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Old Men and Older Hats

This is the story for how my character met the story focus for our Carrion Crown game and he role in the coming events. We had to pick a scenario that actually had mechanical effects for the story, and while I don’t actually remember what mine was here is the story of how Ava and Thomasin got mixed up in the story of Carrion Crown.   Old Men and Older Hats.   It’s been about six years since I…

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Smoke and Mirrors Part Three: Come as you are. Ava Foy's back story.

Smoke and Mirrors Part Three: Come as you are. Ava Foy’s back story.

Continued from Smoke and Mirrors Part Two: the fox and the forest. Ava Foy’s Back story Come as You Are               We lived for the next several years in the Wyld, only going into town when absolutely necessary. I had to hide my hair up in a hat, it would be too weird to explain it. Six years ago I disappeared into the forest with hair as red as the harvest moon. I always tried to ignore the…

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Smoke and Mirrors Part Two: the fox and the forest. Ava Foy’s Back story

Continued from Smoke and Mirrors Part One: the birth of death. Ava Foy’s Back story The Fox and The Forest               Is it embarrassing to be a witch with no shine and only rudimentary powers? Yes. I was taunted relentlessly by many of the other girls. Even the boys, who are raised to respect witches in the highest regards, teased me. “There goes Shineless! The only with without magic!�� “She…

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Thomasin’s Tale

 Fall had set in and the leaves had either changed colors or fallen away, creating paths of gold and crimson. This was always my favorite time of year, even when I was a kit before I met Ava. I could huddle under piles of deep red and orange leaves and watch the sun shine through them coloring my odd white fur. Even though I knew it was fake and fleeting, for a short while I could feel normal and happy. Once, when Ava was in a trance state our minds melded together for a brief moment. I was deep in a sleep and had no idea that she was there watching me relive my kithood.

It was a reoccurring nightmare, the other kits would chase and mock me for the color of my coat until they managed to corner me. Try as I might I was never able to get away as they bit and clawed at me jeering, “Look now your coat is red!” “Maybe the blood will stain and you can pretend you belong!” Then they would leave me broken and bleeding, quietly chittering to myself that it would be okay. I made my way home and into the den hoping my siblings were not back yet. My mother noticed me skulk in and came to inspect me, her face hung in shame. I never knew if it was because she couldn’t protect me or if she was ashamed to have me, but she cleaned some of the left over blood on me. I wanted to tell her to stop, that maybe the other kits were right and it would stain my coat.

When father returned from hunting he would give food to my siblings and mother first making sure they were all well fed before coming to me. My father was not ashamed of me, though I didn’t know it then, he was ashamed of himself. He hated that the other foxes despised me and allowed or even encouraged kits to hurt me, and that the other foxes mocked my mother for birthing me. He hated it so much that he hated himself for even being associated with them. I didn’t know until I was an adult that my father protected us. He was the largest fox in our part of the forest, only young brash fools would try to face him head on. He commanded respect where he could, but he could only do so much. Mother wasn’t ashamed either. She was cunning and sharp, but she was the runt of her litter. Still, she fought when she could. I heard a story later in life when she pinned and nearly killed another fox that had the audacity to tell her she should have eaten me right away to hide her shame. The only reason she left him alive was because he had kits to feed, but she left him with large scars on his neck and face where the fur never grew back. She reminds me a little of Ava because she wanted to send a message to the others that she was not afraid to defend her kit using any means necessary.

While mother kept my siblings busy father came to me with two large pieces of salmon. He always ate dinner with me, and while it was comforting in a way I thought then that he just pitied me. This night was different though, after finishing our meal he laid next me wrapping his large tail around me. “My son, why do you bleed so? You know what flora can stop bleeding, why do you not use it?”

“I do not want to.” I replied.

“And why not son?”

“Because the other kits are right, this is the only way my coat will ever be red.”

“There is no fur or blood on your claws, do you not fight back?”

“Not anymore, there is no point. They will come again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that until there is enough blood to cover my coat but not enough for me to survive.”

He sat up and looked directly into my eyes, “There will never be enough blood to change the color of your coat, but there is always enough fire in your blood that your heart and soul will burn a brighter crimson than any fox has ever known. Fight back, even if it seems hopeless. And though your coat is different, you are my son.” He nuzzled me and laid back down pulling me in closer with his tail, “Rest now my son, for life is a constant battle that you must steel yourself for.” And with that we slept, and for once I felt that I had purpose.

Dawn came and father had gone out already. Mother was cleaning one of my siblings who had already gotten covered in burs. I snuck out past them to go play in the forest. The leaves were falling and I was excited to pile them up and pounce on the falling ones. I was able to play for hours, rolling and jumping through the leaves, napping whenever I was tired completely undisturbed. The sun was setting and so I made my way home. As I got closer to my den the other kits set upon me, I was surrounded. They chittered and growled as they circled me, taking quick snaps at me when they got close, but I was not afraid. I heard my father’s voice telling me to fight back against the kits and the fear. They coalesced in front of me when they realized I wasn’t cowering. “What’s wrong white fox? Do you just want to end your pathetic life?”

This was the largest kit, and by far the most vicious. He was the first to take mockery to physical attacks growing up, and not just to me. The other kits feared him too, so they backed him out of fear. He was the only one I was interested in, the other kits weren’t worth the effort. Even if they tried I knew they wouldn’t kill me, he was the only one that I knew was ready to end me once and for all in front of everyone. “I am not afraid anymore, I do not care what you think of my coat. Your time of bullying the kits in this forest has gone on long enough and I am not the only one with scars to prove it. This ends now.” And with that I launched myself into him ready to fight for myself with the fire inside me.

We tumbled in a flurry of fur and dust eventually landing in the middle of the glen. The adults had noticed and came out of their dens to see what was happening. Their chittering became louder when they realized who was fighting and with such veracity. I saw him coming in for a bite and kicked dirt into his mouth and eyes to slow him down. The other kits had backed away knowing that this wasn’t their fight, but some of the adult foxes ran towards us cursing me for attacking him. Before they could get within range I saw my mother pounce on the nearest fox snarling at the others, then my father on the other side pacing in front of the now large crowd.

My mother, now circling with my father, cried out, “No one interrupts this fight, they must settle it with fangs and blood. The outcome will be decided by them and them alone.” The chittering and yipping became louder as we slashed and bit at each other. My father’s voice carried out above all others, “Remember what caused this, you and your blind hatred. You all could have prevented this and yet you did nothing, now we must stand and watch our kits battle. Regardless of which one walks away, their blood is on your despicable paws.” The yipping lowered as the adults realized that this was indeed a battle to the death because of them. The crowd backed away, but remained watching. Mother and Father backed away just far enough that they could stop anyone who intervenes and still give us room.

Our fight was coming to an end and I wasn’t sure which of us would win. I was hurt and bleeding, but he was tired and distracted by his own rage. It was then that I realized that there would be no winners this night. When he stumbled trying to flank me I took my chance and pounced pinning him to the ground. Try as he might, I wouldn’t let up. Not this time, this was the end. I could see the crowd waiting patiently for the outcome. His parents were there and even they understood what was about to happen. I looked to mother and father, their faces filled with pain and yet there was fierce fiery pride in their eyes. Each gave a solemn nod. I faced my enemy again, looking deep into his eyes, “No more.” And with that I sunk my teeth into his neck, staining my white coat with blood on final time.

Suddenly I awoke from my nightmare strangely comfortable. And then I realized that I was curled up on Ava’s lap in a pile of red and gold leaves.

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Ilsa’s Fantastic Fanfic: Part 3 FINALE

We got through the tomb with relative ease, they had largely exterminated the whole thing. Since I can’t read magic Ava gave me several potions to use instead. Soarya gave me a dagger and showed me how to use it, but warned me to try to avoid using it. Iris blessed us to protect us from evil, and Elsbeth played a song of courage. I may not like her much, but Elsbeth is a great Bard. I did feel empowered, like I could do anything. Zel and I approached the door, “You don’t have to do this Ilsa, if you’re scared we can turn back.” Hmph. “Let’s open this door already.”

We touched the door at the same time and a light began to emanate from the carvings, suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my hand and I saw Zel wince. Next thing I knew we were stumbling into a dark chamber. Zel activated a sun rod and gave one to me, I examined my hand and saw a little bit of blood. I guess the door stabbed us for some odd reason. The room we were in was massive with pillars and dilapidated statues of beautiful high elves. In the center was a beautiful dry fountain, intricate designs of forests, elves, and fey danced around the edges. I found myself drawn to it, before I knew it I was standing at the edge of the fountain watching the designs. They seemed to move almost, script along the edges told a story of the high elves and their power. I became entranced, circling the fountain gently feeling the marble on my fingertips. I didn’t even hear Zel calling for me, all I could focus on was the fountain. I circled and circled and circled the fountain until somehow I had created a perfect circle of blood along the edge.

Suddenly the fountain began to pour some sort of liquid, not quite water but more like pure moonlight. I stepped into the fountain and let the light wash over me. I was numb. All I could see was silvery light and shimmers of stars. Then I felt something wrap around me, I began to panic until I was out from under the fountain and found myself in Zel’s muscular arms. The ground began to rumble and the floor collapsed beneath us.

The debris settled and my vision started to come back. I realized that I was covered in blood, and I made the connection. I wasn’t standing in moon light, it was magical blood. Then the pain set in and I realized I had a large cut on my arm. Zel started to come to, immediately investigating his surroundings. His clothes tattered and partly shredded. He finally turned to me, I expected him to be angry with me for my foolishness and braced myself for a barrage of yelling. Instead he immediately pulled me to his chest and held me tightly. I could hear his heart beat fast but steady and feel his warmth. I never realized how muscular his chest was. Even thought I was covered in blood and in pain, I had never felt safer.

“You scared me so much Ilsa, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you,” Zell said with a small tremor in his gentle voice. He finally noticed my wound, and realized that our potions of cure wounds had been damaged in the fall. He quickly removed his shirt, exposing his pale skin in the beams of moon light, and tore part of it to make a bandage. The rest he used to help clean some of the blood off of me. Then we heard rushed footsteps coming toward us, Zel stood immediately even though he too was injured, rapier drawn. I held my dagger close, just in case. Soon we recognized the shadows as Soarya and Iris. Iris quickly took to healing our wounds while Soarya and Zel discussed what had happened. From above we could hear Ava and Elsbeth talking about the fountain above.

Apparently, the door only required the blood of two pure blood elves, and the fountain was essentially a drain for sacrificed elves. “Their blood was filtered through various magics, incantations I couldn’t quite make out,” said Ava.

Elsbeth chimed in, “I was able to translate some of the scripture and incantations. There was a sect of high elves that wanted more power. When the fey denied them they turned to necromancy. By bathing in the blood of their own kind they evolved into Blood Elves, capable of terrifying power.”

“But,” Ava interrupted, “they didn’t realize that it would drive them to madness. Even the Drow avoided them. Little did they know, the idea was put into their minds by Rovagug who wanted them to create chaos in the elven world. The power was unstable, it eventually destroyed them from the inside out.” With a sigh she continued, “Their own blood began to run white, they thought at first it was pure moonlight, but in reality the act of bathing in blood deprived them of their own physiological magics. It was a painful death.”

 Iris and Ava took to work cleansing the tomb of evil and guiding any remaining spirits to rest. Elsbeth played a sorrowful tune to assist. I stood with Soarya and Zell, we didn’t have much that we could do. Soarya turned to me and said “I’m sorry for asking you to join our adventure, had I known the dangers I would have reconsidered.” I had trouble finding words to describe my feelings, it was dangerous, but I got to see sides of Zel I had never seen before. “Ilsa was instrumental to the operation, and I was grateful to have her at my side. Hopefully we can adventure together again,” Zel said putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. With our jobs done we all started our way home. Ava gave me a concoction to get the blood and dirt out of my clothes. Zel walked me home and got the rope back up to the window. I went up first, accepting that I needed Zel to stabilize the rope. I climbed up into my window and turned back to see Zel quickly scale the wall, within seconds he was at the window.

“You know, even though we may have almost been killed, I actually had a lot of fun tonight,” I said in hushed tones.

“I’m glad you had fun,” Zel said with a small laugh. “But I’m even more happy that you’re safe. I don’t think you realize how dear you kids are to me.” And with that he gave me a small kiss on the forehead before disappearing into the night. I blushed so hard you could use my red face as a lantern. But I did begin to understand what I had been feeling. As hard as it is to admit it, I think I like Zel as more than a friend. Even though he’s older than me, maybe he feels the same way…

 “Ilsa...Ilsa wake up! Ilsa!”

My eyes opened and took a minute to adjust, but I found my brother Alin trying to wake me in hushed tones. It must have been important for him to try and wake me up, he knows how I get.

“Ilsa, hurry get dressed-”

“Alin what could you possibly want?”

“It’s time to get started on chores, come on.”

It was all a dream…but it felt so real! I figured I’d never know the truth about my feelings for Zel. As I was dressing thought, I found the slightest scar on my arm, exactly where I had hurt myself in the tomb of Uru’sa. Maybe there is some truth to my feelings after all.

 ~Ilsa.                    

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Ilsa’s Fantastic Fanfic: Part 2

“Welcome back Zel, everyone’s getting ready at camp. Good to see you again Ilsa.” Soarya extends her giant red hand out for a handshake. She’s startlingly gentle, I thought she’d break my hand. I bet she could. Actually I’m certain she could. We walk further into the woods and I can start to see the glow of a camp fire. As we get closer I smell something...delicious? I see granny(aka Iris) walking about so I assume she’s making dinner. Sitting on a stump playing a flute is...her. The half elf Elsbeth. I don’t much like her, she acts nice but I don’t trust her for some reason. I’m not racist, I don’t care that she’s a half elf, I guess it’s just something in her demeanor and the way she looks at Zel. I don’t know, maybe I’m just imagining things. Though I have to admit, she’s really good at that flute. She stops on a perfect note, “Hi Ilsa, it’s great seeing you again!”

I can’t help but stiffen up, it’s rude of her to not greet both people walking by. “...hi...”

“Uhm. Okay, hey I bet you’re hungry! I know I am, Ava’s cooking up something really tasty.” She sounds sort of patronizing, she probably just doesn’t know how to speak like a proper lady and I’m not used to it. Wait...Ava’s cooking? We come around some trees to a fire with a large cauldron...floating...on top of it. Iris seems to be making tea with a rather fine travel tea set, I have to say I am impressed. Very classy.

Ava is hovering over the cauldron somehow keeping her long bone white hair from catching fire and mumbling. What?” Thomasin, her unbelievably cute fox runs up to her with a bunch of berries and nuts. “YES. Thomasin you have the best taste.” I guess she hasn’t noticed us yet. Iris however, has and is now bounding toward us.

“Oh Zel I’m glad you’re finally back! I was beginning to think you were in prison again being tortured by ghosts!” She laughs at her own joke and gives Zel a VERY hearty slap on the back. “And Ilsa darling! Oh it is so good to see you child!” She says shortly before almost breaking my spine with a hug. For an old cleric she sure is strong. The kettle starts to whistle and she hurries away. Just then I felt something sniffing my knee, I looked down and saw Thomasin inspecting me with his perfect little nose. Then I heard a rustle and looked up to see Ava at eye level only slightly crouching, also inspecting me. I REALLY don’t know what to think about her. She’s a witch and an alchemist I suppose, if you call glitter bombs and hallucinogens alchemy. “I wonder what properties elf blood has on stew?”

“AVA. For the love of literally any god could you please not theorize the tastiness of the blood of my friend?” Zel exclaimed with a heavy sigh.

“What I wouldn’t try it without permission! And it’s only a hypothesis, theories are working questions and it’s not just tastiness but also any chemical or magical properties it may add. But seriously if you did want to give me some blood I can actually pay you, it’s not much, like a few tablespoons-”

“Ava, please go for fucks sake.”

“LANGUAGE” yells Iris.

“Seriously Zel there’s a child here, watch you mouth.” Says Soarya. 

Thomasin looks disapporvingly at Zel.

“Yeah, you kiss your pretty boy reflection with that mouth?” Spits Ava.

“You should be more considerate.” adds Elsbeth.

“ALL OF YOU CAN GO TO HELL NEXT TIME WE GET TRAPPED IN A DUNGEON.” Zell yells, I think this is the first time I’ve seen his hair get even slightly disheveled.

 Iris passed around bowls of stew that was startlingly delicious. Everyone started sitting down around the fire, I tried to find a place to sit but there didn’t seem to be too many spots. There were some spots on the ground, but I didn’t want to get my dress dirty. Looking around my eyes accidentally met Zel’s, but only for a moment. I pulled away and I couldn’t help but feel a little flushed, though I didn’t understand why. “Do you want to take my seat?” Zel offered. I stammered as I tried to politely refuse, “no uh I- uhm it’s fine I just…” He slid over to the very edge of the log, just enough room for two people, and patted the spot next to him. I certainly couldn’t refuse him now. Sitting so close to Zel I could see the faint shimmer of his skin in the firelight. After finishing dinner and watching Iris literally create water to wash the dishes, Soarya unfurled a map of some strange building. There were marks on it, possibly where they’d already been and any other areas of interest. Soarya stood over the map:

“I bet you’re wondering why we asked you here Ilsa. This is the tomb of Uru’sa. We’ve explored most of it, but there’s a door that we haven’t been able to open. After a lot of research we discovered that it takes two pure blooded elves to open it. Obviously the only pure elf on our team is Zel, so we needed to find another elf.”

“We needed an elf we could trust,” Zel said with the utmost seriousness.

Ava, while playing with Thomasin, said, “I’ve studied the door for quite some time. I can only make out that there is some illusory magic, a little abjuration, but more worryingly, some necromantic magic. Other than that I haven’t been able to get more, it’s a very powerful lock spell.”

“We even tried using a knock scroll, but that didn’t work either,” exclaimed Iris.

“We thought you would be the best option for unlocking the door, though it may be dangerous. We don’t know what’s on the other side,” said Elsbeth. I know she’s just looking out for me, but it still irritated me that she thought I couldn’t handle a little danger. After all it’s just a door right?

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Ilsa’s Fantastic Fanfic: Part One

“Ilsa...Ilsa wake up! Ilsa!”

My eyes opened and took a minute to adjust, but I found my brother Alin trying to wake me in hushed tones. It must have been important for him to try and wake me up, he knows how I get.

“Ilsa, hurry get dressed-”

“Alin what could you possibly want?”

“I just he’s gon-”

“I can’t believe you woke me up at this time of night, go back to bed.”

“But Ilsa, Zel’s gonna be-”

“Zel is going to WHAT Alin?” Just then I realized why Alin woke me up. Through the second story window came Zel, not even a single bead of sweat of his pale brow. The moonlight glistening in his star white hair was enchanting, enough so to make me forget I was only wearing my night gown. I stifled my scream of embarrassment and tried to cover myself with a pillow and blanket. 

“Ilsa, come now I’ve known you since you were a child. No reason to get all red about it.”

“SHUT UP AND TURN AROUND IDIOT!!!” I yelled as I threw the pillow with precision accuracy. Of course that made him laugh and I couldn’t help but blush. I started to get dressed and I wondered what Zel had planned. Probably best if I put on trousers under my dress...just in case. “Okay, ready to go Alin?”

“Nuh uh, I’m not going. I gotta stay here in case the count comes to check on us.”

Smart. I guess it’s up to me and Zel then to do...whatever we’re doing. Zel had already begun climbing out of the window.

“What are you doing? I have to go first!”

“Ilsa it’s safer if I go first, I can make sure the rope sec-”

“I. GO. FIRST.”

“Okay okay, fine but be careful and be quiet. The count with skin all of us if he catches us.”

Hmph. He just doesn’t know what to do around a real lady. Probably because he hangs out with those weirdos all the time. The only remotely civilized one is the autistic grandma. Zel’s already too wild from surviving on the streets for so long, he needs a gentle influence. But I guess his time on the streets was good in some ways, after all he did save me and Alin. He sacrificed a lot to have the Count take us in, even if he treats us like the help thought he is kind in his own way. Alin sees Zel like an older brother, someone to strive to be though Zel tells him he can be more than a “really good petty thief.” As for me, I don’t know how I see Zel, not as a brother but...

*SNAP*

Oh no I lost my footing! I fell for only an instant though as Zel came sliding down the rope and grabbed hold my wrist at the last second. With a big goofy smile he said, “See? I told you I should have gone first.”

 We made out way out of the court yard and into the alley, I almost had to jog to keep up with Zel. He’s like wind on shadows when he walks with purpose. We walked clear out of the city before I realized I still didn’t know what we were doing. Before I could ask though we came up on his...team. Soarya greeted us at the road, looks like she was standing guard. I guess I kinda like Soarya, she’s big and quiet, but she’s smart and elegant in her own slashy demony way.