Name: Whispers on the Night Wind
Apparent Age: 17
Birthday: 19th of Ascending Wood
Weight: 100 lbs
Measures: 34C, 22, 32
Hair: Raven wing with white feather bangles.
Eyes: Pools of darkness with golden flecks.
Style: Minimal clothing when at ease, form fitted orcihaclum lamellar at other times, bare midrifed with hints of flesh between the plates.
Motivation: Purge the unrighteous!
--Her henchgirls. (Love, lust, and loyalty.)
--Her unit’s strix.
--The Free People of Rowandale (Loyalty)
*Martial Arts 0
*Melee 4 Dual Wielding x2
*Thrown 4 Hatchets x2
*War 3 Arial Cavalry x2
Craft: 1 Cook, Leatherworker
Sail 1 Canoe
*Ride 4 Birds
Virtue Flaw: Red Rage of Compassion
--Personal Motes 17/17
--Peripheral Motes 48/36
--Committed Motes 12
--Second Melee Excellency: Essence Triumphant
--Dipping swallow defense
--Solar counter attack.
--Body Mending Meditation
--Ox Body Technique
--Whirlwind Armor Donning Parana
--Master Horseman’s Technique: Horse Summoning Whistle
--Hardship Surviving Mendicant Spirit
--Friendship with Animals Approach
--Spirit Tied Pet
--First Thrown Excellency: Essence Overwhelming
Artifact 3 Lightning Torment Hatchets
Artifact 2 Orichalcum Lamellar
Artifact 3 Skin Mount Amulet (First Age Variant, no repair rating.)
Cult 1 Shining Hero of Caer Rowandale
Familiar 5 Echoes of the Starlight
Manse 3 Caer Rowandale/Gem of Resilient Bamboo
--Bad Luck I
--Enemy III: On a 1-3, Darian Valaro makes a move.
Darian Valaro is Whipser’s lunar bond—and slightly more experienced than she. Unfortunately, he is also a Haltan. The long standing war between their peoples cannot banish the love and lust between them, but is more than capable of twisting it. Darian has decided since they’re first encounter that—since he cannot get her out of his dreams—he will ravish her ‘til he’s had his fill. (When this doesn’t work, he’ll try something more extreme, like taking up residence in one of his manse’s outside of Haltan territory and taking her as a captive war bride.)
--Enemy I: On a 1, Aseena Katakan makes a move.
Aseena Katakana is not usually the jealous sort. She and Darian Valaro have shared lovers more than once. They’ve taken others into their bed when apart, and come back together happily.
Darian never cried out one of their
names in her arms before! (And she’s a Linowan!)
Aseena seethes with jealousy over this, “Night Wind.” When she finds the girl, she’s going to make her suffer…
Aseena won’t kill her, of course, Darian would never forgiver her if she did, but she can make her suffer, right?
--Vice III: Easily Seduced/Ravished
--Ward II: On a 1-4 on the dice, one of her henchgirl’s gets into trouble and needs to be rescued.
--Enchanting Features II
Forest Tongue (Linowan Dialect)
Dodge DV 4
Dodge MDV 6
--Lighting Torment Hand to Hand
ACC (+2) 13
Damage (+5L) 7L
Parry DV 6
--Lightning Torment Thrown
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Whisper’s on the Night Wind is a Linowen. She was a bit of a tom boy growing up. Despite being petite, she wrestled with the boys and did as well as the best of them in trials of arms.
At nights, she liked to daydream under the stars and try and catch sight of owls. They were supposed to be harbingers of death, but she loved them anyway. This was how she got her name.
The city state of Raim was a small realm satrapy. In recent years, the taxes grew heavier and the realm support shrank. They built an increasingly slave based economy, including raiding neighbors not loyal to the realm.
Raim attacked Whisper’s band when she was just 16. She grabbed for her weapons to fight with the men, but her mother caught her to take some other young women—including her cousin Moonshadow and their friend Gentle Words.
When the soldiers came at the shrine, Whispers stood in the door to block them. Rather than fight her, they pushed down the wooden walls. The girls all cried out as the small building came down on them. The floor by the door went out form under Whispers and she fell into an ancient tomb.
Something hissed at her in the darkness. Whispers had no time to make light, she closed her eyes and defended herself with her tomahawks. One bit into the mighty ghost even as its claws scored her shoulder. How will you change the world?
The words were but an inquisitive whisper, but they went right to her soul and gently resonate their still.
Then there was light!
Whispers glowed brilliant golden as she cut down the massive hungry ghost. When it fell, it broke open the sarcophagus revealing powerful artifacts that seemed sure to fit her.
By the time Whispers climbed out of the tomb with the new armor, her village had been carried away by the men of Raim. Still new to her power, she hesitated to follow them. Amongst the artifacts was an emerald set into a sunburst. She had yet to discern its use. After many prayers, she found herself walking south for many days. In a remote wooded valley east and south of Sijan, she found a castle in amongst a great stand of Rowan’s. She opened it, defeated a number of traps and guardians. At the center of the palace, she prayed beneath a pillar of green jade. In time, she came to feel her heart beat in the stone. Trusting the subtle whispers of the artifact’s least god, she placed it over her naval. There was a sharp pain as the artifact attached itself too her, but it was gone as quickly as it came.
Whisper’s spent some weeks there learning her new gifts before starting towards Raim. On the way, she caught the track of a Haltan war party. Determined to test herself against her ancient enemies, she stalked them and stuck down several from surprise.
Then the young man who led them met her eyes…
He was so beautiful. Everything in her world turned upside down, inside out, and wrong…
They battled, gold and silver essence mingling and embracing as they tried to kill one another. Men and ha beasts fled for their lives. They paused, exchanged taunts, learned each others' names, pledged to destroy one another and then dueled again. Darain Valaro tasted the torment of her hatchets, but did not yield to the pain. He caught Whispers in a choke hold but—rather than destroy her, his free hand wandered her body.
Whispers gave a needy moan to feel his hand against her flesh. He unbound her top and freed her breasts. His shaking hand had its way with her glorious copper mounds. Whispers moaned and licked her lips. She turned, ready to surrender, and offering her lips to her conqueror…
Who then fled in horror for he had profaned his hand with the touch of a Linowen.
Whisper’s got a hold of herself, though her enemy haunted her dreams for many nights to come. She slipped into Raim and lead a slave revolt, dealing with the dragon blooded presence personally. The city was plunged into chaos by the sight of an anima banner in the night and Whispers lead the city-state’s slaves to freedom.
She took them to the grounds of her manse. They all swore fealty to her, but she asked them to settle there as free people, honor her, and pay a reasonable tax into her coffers.
Reunited with Moonshadow and Gentle Words, she recruited them and four others—a redhead--Gentle Beam--a dark skinned girl—Savanah Moon—and twins of the blessed isle—Hitomi and Kaiimi. They were all petite like her, but idealistic, loyal and spirited. She trained them in the arts of war and of survival. As an initiation, they each climbed to the nest of a strix and stole an egg. As it hatched, they reared it and trained it to be a mount.