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===Lifestyle===
 
===Lifestyle===
 
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==Origin==
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==Origins==
Everyone in Waterdeep knows Helidar Eltorchul and his concort, Tyanda. What very few are aware of is that around the Eltorchul villa and during the Divine Pageantry Tyanda answers to the name Modis former scion of House Ilzimmer before his marriage to Helidar. While ''saece''craft alone lets Modis move from his magical classroom to the glittering parties of the nobility of Waterdeep with none the wiser, it was only magic that could provide Helidar what both of them wanted most: heirs.
 
===Five Magical Babes===
 
To accomplish this unfathomable feat of magic, Helidar and Tyanda scoured Waterdeep for years, seeking someone willing to sell - for a very precious cost, no doubt - a means of casting the ''wish'' spell, that most potent of sorceries beyond the grasp of all but archmages. Eventually, though, they secured one. Waterdhavians still whisper about what the price must have been, and whom exactly they might still owe for it! Once secured, though, Modis and Helidar secluded themselves for six months in purification and arcane preparation, and on the Divine Pageantry of 1350 DR, they performed a miraculous act: bringing five new nobles, children commingled of both their essences, into the world.
 
  
While Tyanda Eltorchul might be from Vaeteru, Modis Ilzimmer was not, and the Consort of House Izimmer, Xantha Ilzimmer, was not about to let a connection with one of the magical Waterdhavian noble families go to waste. Xantha began hosting a ball after the Temple of Beauty’s Grand Court, ostensibly in honor of Sune, marking the only time on the social calendar where the nobility, the priesthood of Sune, and the ''saece'' mingled openly. More directly she has made sure that she (and her gifts) were represented at every major milestone in the children’s lives and has encouraged her children to look on the Eltorchul magical quintuplets as favourite cousins. Even Shirrye is said to have more time for the quintuplets then most.
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I am a son of Crommor. I was raised to believe in the light and power of Lathander, and I was raised to believe that there was nothing more beautiful than the bright curves of a brass lantern, the pleasant sonorous sounds of a horn, the shine of a new flute.
===Childhood & Presentation===
 
Ran Eltorchul was acknowledged as the fifth child and youngest son of the group. A rambunctious but sensitive child, Ran had Modis’s favourite (though he would never admit it) combination of Ildigan’s eyes and his smile. Ran was always close to his Da (though always Mother in public), and wanted to grow up to be just like him. While he could not attend any noble events in his early teens, he would often go to Vaeteru with his mother and grew familiar with the grand dames of Vaeteru and the soft-traders alike.  
 
  
As soon as he turned 16 with his siblings and had his Coming Out ball (the event of the season, given the Presentation of five children wrought by magic), Ran cajoled Modis into taking him on as an apprentice both as a wizard and in ''saece''craft. He was a diligent student of magic, but he took the most joy in his lessons in ''saece''craft. He was so proud when he was able to accompany Tyanda to the Temple of Beauty to walk in his first Processional of Manifest Beauty.
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But I found beauty elsewhere - the houses of ''saececraft''. I longed to join their ranks when my body grew, lithe and lovely. My mother Eilonne did not approve of my interests, and bade me to return to the studies of Lathander, that I may one day follow in the footsteps of her elder brother Neren and become a monastic. My father, Harman Crommor, hoped I might follow in his steps and become a great brassier like his uncle Ghodus had made him. But he never made me feel ashamed of my interests. He just hoped for me to grow out of them.
  
It was a disaster.
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And yet, I still found beauty elsewhere. The sights of the ''saece'' filled my mind like little else did. I prayed nightly to Lathander to give me the ability to join their ranks when I reached the age of majority.
  
While people say there are as many types of ''saece'' as there are grains of sand on the sea, that does not mean that everyone has a path to becoming Queen of Vaeteru. Ran was too excited to hear the whispers at first, but it didn’t stay that way for long. His jaw was too square, his gait too manly. His shoulders and chest were too broad, and his tallness was a man's height, not a woman's. He would never reach the pinnacle of feminine beauty pleasing to Sune. He would always look like a man in a dress – no matter how expensive the frock or how skilful the makeup was applied. He was crushed.
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=== Growth and Disappointment ===
===Adulthood===
 
The next morning Ran gave his Da a hug and informed him that ''saece''craft wasn’t what he expected and wasn’t for him. He donated his frocks and wigs to some soft-traders he knew and that afternoon joined the [[Pankratium Triumphant]]. If his shoulders were too broad he would make them broader. If his thighs were too thick he would make hem thicker. As a wizard he had no real hope of winning against the paladins and fighters who spend hours a day practicing, but he took up wrestling at the gymnasium, and broke his nose several times in the process. He allowed it to heal without magic so it would stay crooked. He would be as far away from the perfect ''saece'' as he could.
 
  
But that doesn’t mean he left Vaeteru. Far from it.
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Lathander instead caused my muscles to bulge, and my face and skin to grow hair. I did not grow up lithe and lovely. Instead, I grew up bulky, hairy, and nothing like the ''saececrafters'' I idolized. For years, I spent every silver piece I had buying tinctures and ointments to try and rid myself of the unwanted, tried starving myself, tried praying that Lathander take this unwanted body from me so that I may be free of the pain I felt at my body’s betrayal of my desires.
  
Not only does Ran’s desires run to jacks over janes, but he doesn’t even blame Vaeteru or even the ''saece'' for his disappointment and humiliation. He blames the Temple of Beauty. So he studies his magic, and he exercises his body, and he plans.  
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In my 16th year, I went one morning to the temple and prayed that Lathander would forgive me and lead me into His light for what I was to do. I then left, found my way down to Dock Ward, and threw myself into the harbor. As the water crested over my head, and I heard the shouts of some of the dock workers, I closed my eyes and prayed again for forgiveness.  
  
===Future Plans===
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I little remember what happened between then and waking in my bedroom, feverish and with my mother and father alternately yelling, crying, and hugging me. However, what I do remember is a great light surrounding me, and a road stretching before me, forking in two directions. I looked down the left-hand road, and found myself strong, wearing plate mail the likes of which I’d never seen before, holding a shield in my hand and shouting at an unseen horror bearing down on me. The right-hand road showed me slender, with delicate hands working on intricate brass latches and valves. It showed me with the hints of color on my fingers, and I knew that I was practicing saececraft, but involved in work that held no interest to me in order to finance my love.
Oh yes, he has plans. The temples of Waterdeep are always jockeying for prominence, and Ran is determined to make sure the Temple of Beauty falls to the bottom of the heap.  
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* '''Stage One:''' Money and information are the lifeblood of Waterdeep, and his first stage uses that knowledge. During his early years in Vaeteru, Ran learned that the soft traders have never managed to organize into a guild. Ran wants to convince the Eltorchul and the Ilzimmer families to act as patrons of a new Sodality of Festhalls. By gaining the gratitude of the soft traders his family will gain coin and rumors whispered over the pillows of Waterdeep, and the soft traders have always made up a large amount of Vaeteru’s people thus assuring his place within the community.
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I remember looking towards the sun, sitting low in the sky between the two roads, and the warm, gruff voice of Lathander saying that I should choose a path. I looked down both again, then looked at myself, and walking through the grass that lay between the roads. I heard the delighted laughter of Lathander ringing in my ears… and I woke.
* '''Stage Two:''' For his second phase, he must turn to the House of Wonder. House Eltorchul as always had strong ties to their neighbor the House of Wonder, and members of Ran’s generation all have been invited to call Meleghost Starseer himself Uncle. To bring one temple low Ran must raise another high. The House of Beauty is the only Waterdeep temple that maintains ''hierodules''. Ran must convince his Uncle Meleghost to allow at least two at the House of Wonder as well as a cleric dedicated to helping the newly formed Sodality of Festhalls due to their arcanators and arcanatrixes. The hierodule could even take on members of the Sodality as apprentices with their fees provided by the guild. But there in another reason the House of Wonder is perfect for Ran’s plan. While being dedicated to Mystra, the House of Wonder hosts the Shrine to Azuth as well.
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** Being a curious child, Ran often wandered across the alley to the House of Wonder and as such became quite conversant with the calendar at the temple. Late in Mirtul, the Shrine to Azuth hosts a small, and completely overlooked and under-attended, Festival of Potions, Unguents, and Elixirs. The House of Wonder has always resented that they did not have more influence of the Watchful Order of Magists & Protectors so Ran wants to hand his Uncle two other guilds instead: his Sodality, and the Guild of Apothecaries and Physicians (which includes alchemists). By enticing these two guilds to patronize the competition the profile and revenue of the House of Wonder will raise immensely.
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=== Beauty and Blood ===
* '''Stage Three:''' And finally, this is how Ran will bring the Temple of Beauty low. The Temple of Beauty has no major event on the Waterdeep season and needs the revenue of the ''saece'' attendance and the hierodule to maintain its current level. If the Festival of Potions, Unguents, and Elixirs can become an event of makeup and illusion artistry the Temple of Beauty will be in trouble. After that Ran can leave it to his Uncle Meleghost. With two guilds under his influence, Ran has no doubt that his Uncle will make his temple rise to the top. Too wide shoulders they said? Well fuck them – see who listens now.
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I took to my studies with my mother with a vengeance after that, and worked hard in the brasserie with my father, so I might grow stronger still. In my 20th year, I took my vows with Lathander, and became a novice of the church. By night, after worship services were over, I would sneak out of the monastery and attend the services of the ''saece'' houses: Ilindar, Marvandra, Whitecloak… Redtress. I loved the Redtress ''saece'' the most, and yet I hated them the most as well. I wanted what I couldn’t have, and it galled me as much as it entranced me.
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In my 23rd year, I met my first lover, Lorran Ildiver. He came from the south, and taught me of the Sisters of Iniquity, a ''saece'' group that reveled in acting as a sort of holy jape, taking in those who could never pass as a true ''saece'' performer and showing them how to use that to take down those who saw too much seriousness in the temples. He showed me ''saece'' that would work with my features, and helped me learn the basics of creating my own ecclesiastical mimicry. That same year, he and I were ambushed walking back, arm in arm, by thugs who wished nothing more than to kill those who found pleasure in the arms of their own gender.
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Lorran was killed, daggers through his back and throat. I was almost killed, but Lathander decided the time was right, and His light spilled from the symbol of Him I kept on a leather thong around my neck, which I used to blind the scoundrels before I swept up a club one held and used it to soundly thrash them. I wept, holding Lorran’s body against me while the guards made their way to the crime scene.
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=== Duty ===
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I was taken under the wing of Brother Thacen, and taught the ways of the clerical arm of Lathander. I prayed daily, and found that the knowledge of spells became a part of my communications with Lathander. His light was determined to shine through me, and I took it upon myself to bring His light to the world. At the same time, I began lay-preaching to the common as Sister Aeronda Cyda-Kaushun, deep red lips in a stark white face, long nails and blood-red wimple and cassock. I did not mention any gods to those who met Sister Aeronda. I just spoke with them, mocked the high holiness of whatever temple was being particularly obnoxious, and let the House of Redtress know that a new sister was in town. They welcomed me with open arms.
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I had found my path.
  
 
==Important Individuals==
 
==Important Individuals==

Revision as of 22:07, 1 February 2017

Cennet Crommor (aka Abbess Aeronda Cyda-Kaushan)
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Race: Human, Class: Cleric (Light) 2nd
Background: Waterdhavian Noble, Alignment: Neutral Good
Patron Deity: Lathander
Factions: House Crommor 1
Ability Scores
Strength 16 (+3), Dexterity 8 (-1), Constitution 13 (+1);
Intelligence 14 (+2), Wisdom 16 (+3), Charisma 14 (+2)
Proficiencies
Bonus: +2
Saving Throws: Wisdom & Charisma
Skills: History, Insight, Performance, Religion
Tools: Dragonchess Set
Languages: Common, Espruar, Chondathan
Armor: Light, Medium, Shields
Weapons: All simple, Unarmed strike
Traits
Spellcasting, Divine Domain (Light), Divine Domain Feature (Warding Flare), Domain Spells, Channel Divinity
Feats
None
Combat
Attacks:Mace:+5, 1d6+3 bludgeoning, proficient
Light crossbow:+1, 1d8-1 piercing, range 80/320, proficient, ammunition, loading, two-handed, underwater
Armor Class: 15 (armor and shield), 13 (armor only), Initiative: -1, Speed: 30 ft
Hit Points: 17, Hit Dice: 2d8
Social
Personality Traits: While I gently mock saececraft as Aeronda, I deeply respect and love the pagentry of it. • The dark is deep and wide, and the dawn of Lathander shall dispel it. He protects me. I hope.
Ideals: Respect: Respect is due to me because of my position, but all people, regardless of station, deserve to be treated with dignity.
Bonds: Family: Most of the people in my family mean the world to me. I will face any challenge head-on to protect them.
Flaws: Suspicious: Lathander, my father, sisters, and friends are who I put my faith in. Outside of that...

words -Attribution

Traits

Cleric Traits

  • Spellcasting: Spell Save DC: 13 • Spell Attack Bonus: +3. Finishing a long rest restores any expended spell slots. Cast a cleric spell as a ritual if that spell has the ritual tag and the spell is prepared. Holy symbol acts as a spellcasting focus.
  • Spells Prepared: 5 (Wis bonus + cleric level)
    • Cantrips: Light, Thaumaturgy, Spare the Dying, Resistance
    • 1st-level: Burning Hands, Faerie Fire, Cure Wounds, Detect Evil and Good, Healing Word, Sanctuary, Shield of Faith
    • Cantrips: Light, Thaumaturgy, Spare the Dying, Resistance
    • 1st-level: Burning Hands, Faerie Fire, Bless, Cure Wounds, Detect Evil and Good, Guiding Bolt, Healing Word, Protection from Evil and Good, Sanctuary, Shield of Faith

Divine Domain (Light)

  • Bonus cantrip: Light
  • Warding Flare: When you are attacked by a creature that you can see within 30 ft., use reaction to impose disadvantage on the attack roll.
    • An attacker that can't be blinded is immune.
  • Domain spells: 1st Level: Burning Hands, Faerie Fire
    • These spells are always prepared, and do not count against the number of spells that can be prepared each day
  • Channel Divinity: 1 use between short/long rest
    • Turn Undead: As an action, can present holy symbol and speak a prayer censuring the undead. Each undead that can see or hear you within 30 ft. of you makes a WIS saving throw. If failed, the creature is turned for 1 minute or until it takes any damage.
    • Radiance of the Dawn: As an action, any magical darkness within 30 ft. is dispelled and each hostile creature must make a CON saving throw. Failure means 2d10 + 2 radiant damage, 1/2 as much on a success.
      • A creature that has total cover from user is not affected.

Background Traits

  • Noble
    • Position of Privilege: Thanks to noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are.

Feats

None

Resources

  • Coins: x cp • x sp • x ep • x gp • x pp • Other coins: x
  • Gems: x

Magic Items

  • x

Equipment

  • Clerical garb, priest's pack, holy symbol of Lathander (around neck),

Carried Equipment

  • In Hand: x
  • Worn: Scale mail (disadvantage to Stealth checks)
  • Belt: Mace
  • Back: Light crossbow

Stored Equipment

  • Bolts (10)

Lifestyle

  • xxx: (x gp/day). x

Origins

I am a son of Crommor. I was raised to believe in the light and power of Lathander, and I was raised to believe that there was nothing more beautiful than the bright curves of a brass lantern, the pleasant sonorous sounds of a horn, the shine of a new flute.

But I found beauty elsewhere - the houses of saececraft. I longed to join their ranks when my body grew, lithe and lovely. My mother Eilonne did not approve of my interests, and bade me to return to the studies of Lathander, that I may one day follow in the footsteps of her elder brother Neren and become a monastic. My father, Harman Crommor, hoped I might follow in his steps and become a great brassier like his uncle Ghodus had made him. But he never made me feel ashamed of my interests. He just hoped for me to grow out of them.

And yet, I still found beauty elsewhere. The sights of the saece filled my mind like little else did. I prayed nightly to Lathander to give me the ability to join their ranks when I reached the age of majority.

Growth and Disappointment

Lathander instead caused my muscles to bulge, and my face and skin to grow hair. I did not grow up lithe and lovely. Instead, I grew up bulky, hairy, and nothing like the saececrafters I idolized. For years, I spent every silver piece I had buying tinctures and ointments to try and rid myself of the unwanted, tried starving myself, tried praying that Lathander take this unwanted body from me so that I may be free of the pain I felt at my body’s betrayal of my desires.

In my 16th year, I went one morning to the temple and prayed that Lathander would forgive me and lead me into His light for what I was to do. I then left, found my way down to Dock Ward, and threw myself into the harbor. As the water crested over my head, and I heard the shouts of some of the dock workers, I closed my eyes and prayed again for forgiveness.

I little remember what happened between then and waking in my bedroom, feverish and with my mother and father alternately yelling, crying, and hugging me. However, what I do remember is a great light surrounding me, and a road stretching before me, forking in two directions. I looked down the left-hand road, and found myself strong, wearing plate mail the likes of which I’d never seen before, holding a shield in my hand and shouting at an unseen horror bearing down on me. The right-hand road showed me slender, with delicate hands working on intricate brass latches and valves. It showed me with the hints of color on my fingers, and I knew that I was practicing saececraft, but involved in work that held no interest to me in order to finance my love.

I remember looking towards the sun, sitting low in the sky between the two roads, and the warm, gruff voice of Lathander saying that I should choose a path. I looked down both again, then looked at myself, and walking through the grass that lay between the roads. I heard the delighted laughter of Lathander ringing in my ears… and I woke.

Beauty and Blood

I took to my studies with my mother with a vengeance after that, and worked hard in the brasserie with my father, so I might grow stronger still. In my 20th year, I took my vows with Lathander, and became a novice of the church. By night, after worship services were over, I would sneak out of the monastery and attend the services of the saece houses: Ilindar, Marvandra, Whitecloak… Redtress. I loved the Redtress saece the most, and yet I hated them the most as well. I wanted what I couldn’t have, and it galled me as much as it entranced me.

In my 23rd year, I met my first lover, Lorran Ildiver. He came from the south, and taught me of the Sisters of Iniquity, a saece group that reveled in acting as a sort of holy jape, taking in those who could never pass as a true saece performer and showing them how to use that to take down those who saw too much seriousness in the temples. He showed me saece that would work with my features, and helped me learn the basics of creating my own ecclesiastical mimicry. That same year, he and I were ambushed walking back, arm in arm, by thugs who wished nothing more than to kill those who found pleasure in the arms of their own gender.

Lorran was killed, daggers through his back and throat. I was almost killed, but Lathander decided the time was right, and His light spilled from the symbol of Him I kept on a leather thong around my neck, which I used to blind the scoundrels before I swept up a club one held and used it to soundly thrash them. I wept, holding Lorran’s body against me while the guards made their way to the crime scene.

Duty

I was taken under the wing of Brother Thacen, and taught the ways of the clerical arm of Lathander. I prayed daily, and found that the knowledge of spells became a part of my communications with Lathander. His light was determined to shine through me, and I took it upon myself to bring His light to the world. At the same time, I began lay-preaching to the common as Sister Aeronda Cyda-Kaushun, deep red lips in a stark white face, long nails and blood-red wimple and cassock. I did not mention any gods to those who met Sister Aeronda. I just spoke with them, mocked the high holiness of whatever temple was being particularly obnoxious, and let the House of Redtress know that a new sister was in town. They welcomed me with open arms.

I had found my path.

Important Individuals

Family

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Helidar Eltorchul
Father
I may be a Da’s boy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love my father. In Twilight Vaeteru Mother may cut through the crowd, but Father blends in. He talks to street walkers and nobles alike there, but he never has eyes for anyone other than mother. I know I don’t have that type on monogamy within me myself, but it was an important lesson. Da might have taught me how to live, but Father taught us what love is. I won’t settle for anything less.
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Tyanda Eltorchul
Mother/Da
As a child I would sit in my parent’s chamber and watch my Da transform into my Mother. It was never confusing, but it was always wondrous. I live in a magic school, and am now a wizard myself, but the simple magic of saececraft seemed even more otherworldly. It was something that my father or uncles couldn’t do. It was a power only my Da had, and I always wanted to touch it. It wasn’t his fault that it burned.
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Ser Eltorchul
Older Brother
Ser would never play with us as children, and now he just wants to play with his swords. It’s disconcerting sharing every day of your life with someone and they are still a stranger. Still, he is loyal to the House, and if I ever get into trouble I’d probably go to him first.
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Arveene Eltorchul
Older Sister
When the… incident with Tarrak and Jhessail happened the whisper that I heard from the shadows most often behind sheltered fans and perfumed gloves was ‘We expect this sort of thing from Arveene, but not from Jhessail!’ That just proves they don’t know her. When it comes to us, to family, Arveene has always been fiercely protective and painfully honest. If she had wanted to seduce Tarrak she would have told me outright so I would have had a fighting chance. She never would have snuck around behind my back. You have to respect that.
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Morn Eltorchul
Older Brother
Jhessail and I may have been closest, but I always seem to spend the most time with Morn. As children he would follow Ilill, Tarrak, and I around, and he is the sibling I see most often in Twilight Vaeteru. Still, he has such a beautiful voice but has always remained so quiet. I love my brother; I just wish I knew him better.
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Jhessail Eltorchul
Older Sister
Jhessail and I were always closest growing up. We were the two most interested in wizardry – always following Elemia around. Not only that, but in a family of diamonds I think we both always felt a bit like polished crystal. Lovely in its own way, but not nearly as precious. We supported each other. That is what made the whole business with Tarrak extra painful. Not only did she sleep with him when we were together, not only did he go straight from courting me to courting her, but I can’t shake the feeling that she arranged it for me to find them that day.

Friends

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Tarrak Zulpair
Ex-Paramour
Tarrak? We’ve been friends since we could hold our own heads up. Our nannies would walk us together. We said our first words to each other. We shared our first kiss with each other. We shared all of our secrets with each other. Well, not all. I mean, I only found out that he was tasmar when I caught him with Jhessail. I hear they are happy together. Maybe I should find out if Sarastyn is single….
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Ilill Tesper
Childhood Friend
Ilill is so slight, and so pretty most people underestimate him. I’d say that’s his greatest weapon, but I’ve seen him use his blades so I can’t. We use to run around together on Diamond Street Illill, Tarrak, and I with Morn trailing after us. We were thick as thieves. Tarrak, Morn, and I were always tall for our age, and I’m sure people assumed that we protected Ilill, but that wasn’t the case. He protected us. I still don’t know where he keeps all of those knives. The Coming Out ball for my siblings and I was originally supposed to rival Ilill’s, but I couldn’t do that to him. I must have talked Uncle Arus’s ears off until he agreed to change the date. Instead we ended up overshadowing some scion of House Roaringhorn. I wonder what ever happened to her?
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Odelinda Plaicher
Owner of the Sumptuous Masque
What, did you expect me to say I preferred The House of Purple Silks just because they are in the Sea Ward? They may have the location, but they don’t have Odelinda. She is the pinnacle of class, and I am convinced she must have noble blood in her lineage. When I was younger she never treated me like a child, and though I’ve never seen it she must be deadly; to run a business as she does? Plus she keeps a bottle of White Magic chilled behind the bar for me. What more could I want?