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Such a good guard puppy!

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Soon she’ll be taking a few levels into Rogue.

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Within the Hoard

The mirror that was quite large was made for that very reason- to bring the loot back and forth for Brymscythe himself into this pocket dimension he called his lair.  And while his life was no more, there was anew keeper to the treasures.  The closest thing he had was a child not of his own.  She was a human, but she showed such potential when it comes to magic . And that is exactly what happened here.   She grew to the point where she could awaken the wards that would keep her out.  Of course her “father” didn’t leave everything out in the open. The old Blue dragon had his plan…seal away different parts so that she had to work to access everything.  Brymscythe did try to protect her after all and thus giving her incentive to get better. What more inspiration could a dragon hope for!?  Granted, the child wasn’t dragon at all…just imprinted on by one.  Given part of his power to draw down the heavens in a stormy rage.  She was always going to be naturally gifted- he just took it a step further is all.   And so in this icy cavern was a number of relics and treasures.  All sorted through so that the art was separated from the rest, then the weapons, the armor, gems, and jewelry, chalices and dinner trays all of high standards. And mountains…upon mountains…of gold.  Brymscythe had been very busy in his years of infiltrating Emon it would seem.  And that mirror was put in place by his daughter herself. Over the years since joining Evenstar University, Maeve had taken a particular interest in the idea of pocket dimensions because of this very place. She wanted to understand her frozen sanctuary.  Unfortunately, it didn't occur to her that her mirror could be accessed by anyone beyond this realm.  She had the understanding that it it was for her only. Then again, because the doorway was forged by Brymscythe then perhaps he had his own little escape plan on other planes of existence.  Perhaps those planes had their spells that tied them back to here.  The room was massive- a frozen cavern deep that seemed to fit deep within a glacier covered mountain.  With two levels, there also appeared to be areas still in repair- from the death of the dragon no doubt and those who took him down.  There is also a desk and several bookshelves for sorting books, grimrois, scrolls and the link with a catalog being in the works for tracking them as well as various potions and tinctures.  The center of the room is fairly clear, having a diameter of roughly forty feet of smooth frozen earth.  

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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lady Cecil written c. September 1925

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Fun times In Game with Maeve. These were moments that just stick out that I’ve shared. More to come I’m sure. Sometimes my chaos just reigns when we get going.

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BASICS

NAME: Maeve Stormcaller

RACE: Half-Elf 

CLASS: Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)

BACKGROUND: Noble 

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good 

SUMMARY

Maeve is a young woman whose world crumbled from beneath her feet when she was just four years old.  It was when Brimscythe, the Iron Storm, was defeated that Maeve learned her father was not the General Krieg Tristan that she knew.  Instead she learned that the blue dragon killed her father when she was still in her mother’s womb and through the years the dragon had imprinted on the child- leaving his mark on her.   Maeve was marked by a blue dragon who had not only been kind to her as a child, but considered her worth saving if not only to serve the Chroma Conclave.  It was an unsanctioned move during his infiltration, but one that would influence her future nonetheless.

After several months of trying to make a new life in the city, Allastriana Ravencroft, widow of the fallen general, packed up Maeve and fled the city. There was no longer a place in society for the woman there for how did she not see that the man wasn’t truly her husband?! Did he father their child?!

She did not flee to her family’s elven homelands to face the shame of her ordeal, but rather fled for Whitestone. By this point, the Briarwoods were defeated and she could build a new.  Things could finally course correct as she abandoned her married name and gave and stripped it from her daughter as well. Her childhood, though she mourned the lie of a man that she knew, was finally starting to look up again. She was making friends, her mother was climbing the social ladders again.  That was until their past caught up to them again.   Blue scales began to appear along her skin when she turned thirteen years of age.  Panic ran through her body and as she ran to her mother for help a new fear took hold of Allastrianna.   She sent her raven haired daughter’s things to the basement.  She sent her with a bed, a few clothes and little else.  She all but disowned her and hide her in shame.  Maeve now posed a risk to her social climb all over again.  The only comfort her mother intended to leave her with was a slightly burned teddy bear given to her by the blue dragon as a public show of affection for the daughter he was then burdened with upon her birth.  But in that bear, upon her sixteenth birthday was something Maeve didn’t expect. A single blue sapphire necklace was inside. A necklace with her name, “Maeve Tristain,” engraved upon the back.  She kept it close, only daring to wear it when no one was around…when she was in the solitude of her own little world and her mother’s servants didn’t fuss over her.  Bless the servants. They were a fleeting kindness in the house. That necklace, however, provided a retreat in more ways than one.   Upon her eighteenth birthday while attempting to channel small bits of energy so that she could get some relief form the build up in her veins, she discovered something.   That necklace was more than a pendant.  It was a key to somewhere else- a frozen cavern filled with treasure beyond her wildest dreams.  She knew exactly what she would do.  When she was a child she heard stories about university that would help her learn how to control her powers.  That was where she planned to go, and with this horde that was her own she could do just that.  The horde that was the perfect place to release her energies before they could consume her alive- until she could get out and go. It was her safe place now.

And so she bided her time until she could run away from her mother’s house hold unseen in the night. Cultist Invade the University Maeve, while in attendance, thrived.  She found a great many things to be true of herself. She didn’t like bullies. Her mother was a bully in her mind- pushing her down further and further into the basement until she didn’t exist.  And so she’d been sent to the administrators for a few rogue fireballs in retaliation of the bullies.   She found that she was able to make friends rather easily. She found comfort in the thunderstorms.  She found faith in the Stormlord himself as lighting flowed easily through her veins thanks to Brimscythe’s imprint upon her.  She was on the path to do great things and, by the Stormlord’s hand did she have plans to give back after what Brymscythe had inflicted upon innocent people in her father’s name. She wanted to help rebuild and offer something more than just pretty words.  

Yet as with all things in Exandra, things would come crumbling down.   In the ranks of the school had been darker forces attempting to recruit students.  Trained students would become powerful initiates into a dark cult.  Maeve simply would not have this.  And she fought back with several others.  With the blessing of the school, she left with a group of other students who showed promise and professors to help the effort against the cult. She had her orders- stay back and don’t be foolish.  Well, Maeve learned something else about herself during those adventures. She couldn’t sit back and play it safe when she could save lives.  And so she made a point to fight back and fight back hard.  And as she did it was more than evident that the power that flew through her veins was not to be taken lightly.  Her skills and spellwork would serve them well in the war they waged.  Maeve did return to school as promised and quickly tested her way to graduation to make up for the time missed in the field.  Credit by experience is what they had called it and she couldn’t agree more. She’d be bored in class after experiencing life in the world. Return to Whitestone

No longer a Ravencroft- Maeve has abandoned the name of both of her parents adopted the surname to which the brothers Forrester would call her given her ability with lightning and thunder. - Stormcaller.

Maeve would return to Whitestone, but not to her mother’s home following graduation.  First thing was first.  Purchase an estate that she could ward and fortify.  Then move her treasures from the icy tomb to the vault that was secured down below.   This was quite the feat and while she took her time sorting through the treasures to be found, she determined one thing.  The art should be returned.  The weapon and belongings should be tracked down for their owners and what she did find that she could use herself, she would compensate handsomely for.  There was enough gold there to build a new school- a school that would not be of charge to the parents of the youth. One that would help the children learn and forge their paths for the future. Yet those plans were soon put on hold yet again.  It was during this time she was pulled into another fight- the fight against Vecna as he just would not stay dead.   

NAMES AND LOCATIONS

The Brothers Forrester. Niall (left) is a battle master with a bit of a wild magic problem. Killian (right) is a rogue is a swashbuckler rogue and bard. They followed Maeve after forming a sibling like bond to the woman and reside in Whitestone where Niall tends to horses and Killian performs at a tavern for hie own amusement.

Allastrianna Ravencroft- Whitestone. Maeve does not associate with her mother. Gear and Belongings: Enspelled Staff- 8 charges of the summon dragon spell. Maeve will only use up to 7 to keep from breaking the staff. Stormrider Jacket - A deep blue jacket with bronze edging and trim that provides resistance to lightning and thunder damage.  Gloves of Thievery- These gloves are invisible while worn. While wearing them, you gain a +5 bonus to Dexterity (Sleight of Hand) checks and Dexterity checks made to pick locks. Potion Bandolier - A belt that holds up to four portions of the wearer’s choice. These can be consumed as a bonus action since they are readily available. 

ROLEPLAY NOTES

Additional notes to help you better keep track of and roleplay your character.

PERSONALITY

Maeve is a kind soul until she has a reason not to be kind.  She will also always do the right thing and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty to make it happen.  She’s a loyal, fierce, and stubborn woman all rolled into one.  She also acts more mature than her age lets on as she had to grow up fairly quickly. 

APPEARANCE

Age: 24

Height: 5’5”

Build: Slender

Skin: Fair with faint light blue dragon scales that move down the back of her shoulders, along the back of her arms and stops just above her wrists- allowing for some extra toughness if things get too close for comfort.

Hair: Dark brown/black

Eyes: Dark brown

Clothes: Fine, well put together.  Mostly shades of blue and some bronze and browns as well.  She always hides the scales from public view.

Weapons: Her staff, but also carries a moon touched dagger which has a raven at the end of the hilt and black handle/casing. A gift from her grandfather (the only blood family she maintains contact with after meeting during her travels), Lord Ravencroft. This blade has the sentinel trait.

FIGHTING STYLE/MAGIC CASTING

Maeve is an offensive attacker, using spells thoughtfully to inflict as much damage as she can when the heat of the battle rises.   She may not be a fighter, but she will always act in defense of another.  She’s also known to speak insults at those she’s fighting, though these do not count as a vicious mockery spell. 

PLEASE NOTE THAT I DO NOT CLAIM ANY OF THE ARTWORK PICTURED HERE. They serve only as inspiration for the characters I play and write. I do not know the artists, but I gladly give them credit, whomever they may be.

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