Imbion

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

@Spin The Wheel We can use the link Quartz provided for their conversation, if you'd like.

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

Alice Windhorn | Tagged: Abraham @Spin the Wheel
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Alice smirks a little bit at the mention of the "journalist."

"To be honest, it was kind of pathetic." They laugh to themself.

"Why tell us like this rather than getting the others by surprise? The only reason why you would do that sort of thing is out of fear. Unless, of course, they have different intentions..."

At the back of their head, they had a crawling feeling that this was some separate partly playing the part in order to grab their attention. That, or a trap to get them acting predictably. Perhaps they desire a personalized revenge, and so getting them involved is a vital requirement?

"Oh, and as for contact from the others? Well - the mail just came in today, you see. My assistant is currently sorting through it all, so we can -"

Elri pushes her way towards the door, pushing a letter towards Alice's hand. "I believe this is your hypothetical urgent letter."

Alice accepts the letter, putting it up to their face to read the sender. "Why yes, from Gideon. Congrats, we've found our contact. Just as I figured."

"... Yeah, yeah, from your old days of heroisim."

They purse their lips a little bit. "You sure you'll be able to hold down the fort yourself, if I say, hypothetically, had to go elsewhere for a bit?"

She giggles. "Come now, have faith, great hero."

"Do not worry, for I do."

Elri stares into the half orc's eyes for a moment, before bowing to the both of them. "I will return to my mail sorting affairs, then. Have fun with - whatever you people do, I guess."

She turns to walk back into the office.

Alice taps their fingers on the side of the doorway. They hope Elri doesn't come off as too apprehensive to him... They like her, though. She doesn't give them false platitudes. If anything, the sarcastic snark is a refreshing change of pace from the politeness and worship that they commonly get. A sign that they are being treated like an equal.

Alice turns themself back to Abraham, brushing their hair out of their face. "Well, why don't you come on in? We'll read the contents of the letter together, and figure out a plan from there."

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

I'll be posting again starting Friday, just been busy this week.

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

Alice Windhorn | Tagged: Abraham @Spin the Wheel
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Alice was walking to their desk, holding a small stack of letters that they had just recently received. Their assistant, the high elf Elri, was sitting to another desk to the side, parsing over some recent news article. Her golden skin was somewhat dull, and her black hair was stuffed in a messy bun.

As they are about to place the letters on the desk, Alice jumps a little bit. There's a knock on their door - something that loud implies that either the knocker has something important to discuss or simply thinks they have some urgent matter to speak of.

Alice lets out a sigh, before shifting over to Elri's desk. They place the letters on her desk, brushing their hair out of their face and adjusting their jacket.

"Sort these by category for me - I'll get it."

"Mmm... Thanks," she mumbles.

Alice smiles a little bit. It's hard to tell when she's being sarcastic. "Yeah, you're welcome."

After relegating Elri to letter sorting duty, Alice leaves the room, entering into the entrance room. The floor is made out of a worn red wood, with the walls being a slate gray. There's a lone couch placed near the windows, accompanied by a table. There's one door to the office and another to the common room, as well as a hallway that leads to the stairs and side storage room. The corners of the room are shadowy at this point in the morning.

They peek through the peep hole, in order to see if it's someone worthy of being let in - and it does appear to be! This is either a very good coincidence for their purposes, or about business. Cult related business. Alice smiles to themself before unlocking the door and throwing it open.

"Hello, Abraham." They dip their hands into their pockets, standing up straight.

"How are things?"

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

It'd probably be hard to get a letter to a specific person in the nomadic lands so I'll get Abraham to come with someone else. Probably Alice because they has a fixed address he can actually get to.

@Spin The Wheel

Alice's office location is quite stable, since that sort of work has always been their primary focus. Abraham could rely on them the most for being still found in the same location. They come from Casperus, but they would still live in their home town in order to stay in contact range with their family. The wood elf side of Alice's family travelled out of the nomadic lands and into Casperus, settling down in whatever medium-large sized town was the closet to them, so it's also less of a trip to take.

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I never really specified where Gideon had set himself up or where the adventurers guild was located, but I think it would make sense for it to be in Bradena. Casperus was likely his home nation and the city is obviously where he met everyone else, so I think he would have returned there after everything happened.

We could say that he was the one to send out the letters to everyone else to come and reunite back where it all first started. He can use some of the adventurers from his guild to track down the people who are a little more out of the way or whose locations are less known; giving the letter to a party heading out to the nomadic lands and asking them to keep an eye out for an Orc ranger would probably work better than using a courier.

If everyone is okay with that then people can come find him at their leisure, either heading straight to him or meeting up with each other in the city before going to him last.

@King Cosmos

I like this idea the most for getting the party together as a whole. They might have sought each other out as an individual basis, but Gideon's ultimately what brings them all together, since he has the resources to eventually get into contact with everyone.

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I have completed my relationships info, going to post here in the OOC first to give everyone a chance to offer feedback or request changes before I add it to my sheet.

Eskel's Character Relationships

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Alice Windhorn

Alice Windhorn

"Alice the Enigma, you know I'm probably one of the greatest minds on the continent, and I still haven't quite got them figured out, even after all these years. Their no mage, but they has an agile mind and knack for planning."

There's some interesting similarities about Alice and Eskel. They're both highly intelligent, they both have something of a hidden core to them that they don't really show other people, and they both have a habit of spirialling out of control unless they have some problem to distract themselves with.

I imagine they were relatively friendly, Eskel would have enjoyed treating Alice like some kind of puzzle for him to work out. While Alice probably saw straight through him and realised that a needy, desperate and sad little creature Eskel is under that front of arrogant superiority. Maybe they pitied him.

@Kassarock

I like that choice for a dynamic between the two! They do have a lot of similarities, after all. I do think Alice would figure out the arrogance is a front, but I don't think during the adventure they would have pitted him that much, since Alice was considerably colder prior to the development they gained over the adventure. They might have eventually started to feel sorry for him as things went on.

After everything that happened with Octavia, Alice pities him a lot over the matter. They don't like how others in general have treated her memory, as they view the praise as a dangerous redaction of history, but they also understand the fact grief is the main driver for a lot of their mates.

Alice doesn't really know how to react to the grief people have been experiencing, since Octavia's death comparatively impacted them less, so it could be an explanation as to why they eventually gained some amount of distance.

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

We can also say that our characters sent letters to each other in order to meet somewhere, since I assume the world has a courier system. If magical messages are in use in the setting, those could also be used as an alternative.

If we still want to do the group idea, it can operate off of a similar principle, but for characters closer to particular cities, since getting several people together who have practically scattered across the world is kind of difficult.

Imo it doesn't make as much sense if it's by coincidence for everyone, but having one or two of them so happen to be there still can work. So for the characters who would be difficult to reach through letter, that sort of thing can work.

Also, I'll try to update Alice's relationship with the other members when I get a chance. I just haven't gotten an opportunity for it yet.

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

Alice Windhorn

Excuse me, might you be one of the heroes from legend?

As they sit in their office, they squint an eye at the man. Those words – they don’t like that sort of tone, nor do they enjoy the matter being brought up. The elf just stares at him, expectedly.

Good turn to you. Please great hero might you lend me your ear? I have travelled far and wide to hear tale, my only wish is to tell your story. I suppose if I wanted to know of various deeds I could just visit my local tavern or library, but to get it from the horse's mouth, now that would be a treat, far better than any old watered down story you hear on the streets, wouldn't you agree?
They cross their legs, putting a hand on their face.

“You should ask your questions with more confidence. You don’t need to grovel to appeal to me – I am merely a mortal, after all.” Their voice sounds somewhat grainy and musky, with a playful harshness to it.

Oh you will? Joyous occasion! You shant regret this my friend, I promise you.

“Speak and get it over with.”

Now then, What is your name?

“Alice Windhorn.”

Splendid, and your age?

“Bout in my 40’s now.”

Fantastic, and your gender good hero?

Alice grins a little bit. Finally, someone asks for once, and they get to give a mysterious answer. “Gender doesn’t apply to someone like me, now does it?”

Excellent and of course I know what you look like but for the sake of our readers?

They take out a piece of paper. “Let me do the writing for you – so you do not miss a word.”

Alice is a 5’7” elf, of mixed elven heritage. They have slightly dark olive skin, with choppy medium length dark ash brown hair. Their face is roughly featured, with a few scars on their left and one close to their eye, from various incidents of trouble. Their body is a bit more stocky than what you’d expect of an elf, and their face a bit more rough. Their clothing preferences vary, but in general they wear a thick gray long jacket with a hood.

Headshot Sketch

Excellent Excellent, and how do you act on most days, you know, your mannerisms, your quarks and such. What makes you you?

“Nowadays? You came in here, so you should know. I run this here investigation office. It’s cramped, considering it’s just me and my assistant.”

“Considering my reputation, work isn’t hard to find. Sometimes I go on the odd adventuring gig, when bandits need to be dealt with or a hunting party needs someone knowledgeable on monsters to assist them. But for the most part, it’s unravelling webs of whatever mysteries fall into my lap. And it is most certainly interesting.”

Of course, they left out a commentary on their personality. Alice was an individual with a constant working mind, always required to have some sort of challenge to work on. Without intrigue and interest, they found themself going a bit crazy, as the rest of life dulled. They’d be tempted to the bottle during these instances. If it weren’t for their assistant keeping them somewhat tethered, Alice would either found themselves committing constant alcoholic blunders or getting involved in the ever present criminal underground.

Alice preferred to keep most people at a distance, considering they scrutinized anyone who crossed their path. This often erupted into paranoia of one form or another, an instinct that they were still training to stifle.

Despite their preference for distance, they didn’t actively scare people off. Instead, they’d simply fail to mention vital parts about them. Someone could believe they were close friends with Alice, having divulged many of their personal secrets, only to realize that they had no clue who Alice themself was. It wasn’t just a matter of them wanting secrets either – Alice couldn’t bring themself to tell other people about who they were, beyond the surface level. They couldn’t even speak of how miserable the past few years had been, surrounded with people who worshipped them, images of a now over war, haunted by paranoia that it would one day return, and rarely ever seeing the comrades they had developed close relationships with.

While a few years ago Alice would say that they didn’t really care for others, the once careless elf had developed a strong moral core inside that soul of theirs. It was their duty now to fight evil whenever it came, and their mind was so committed to the cause that even now they were keeping an eye on for signs of greater evils. Part of them saw this as a holy duty of sorts, and they perhaps felt a bit of a calling from something higher.

Mhm, and your abilities magical or otherwise? If you use magic, what is your discipline? do you use it for battle, defense, healing?

Alice laughs, shaking their hand. “What, you think just because I was in that heroic company, I have something that can impress you?”
“My best weapon, if you please, is my mind. You see, you don’t need to worry as much if you know what the enemy is doing.”

They smile a little bit. “If you pick up on what they are doing without them finding out, that transforms you into the master of the field. An enemy who thinks they are in control does some things that allows for you to wrestle it away from them with much more ease.”

“Of course, because I’m also a decent enough sneak, I sometimes served the role of scout. Knew how to disable some pesky traps, and how to spot them. Sometimes got the drop on unsuspecting foes, either with my dagger or the crossbow That sort of thing.”

Alice shrugs. “Really, I was one of the less interesting members of the group. I did my one job, and I did it well enough that I was tolerated.”

Yes Yes, and before everything that transpired, what was your life like? who were you?

“You see, as a rascal, I found everything my family did to be superficial. With them, there was always another secret. Me being young, they didn’t bother explaining. The first thing I learned in pursuit of that goal is how to sneak into places where I wasn’t supposed to be. Of course, the first few times I got caught, and of course I got shouted at about the matter.”

“They started trying to set traps to alert them to my presence, so I resolved to see through their tricks. I still got caught a few times, of course, and I found this direct method of sneaking to be unsuccessful at getting me what I wanted.”

“That’s when I started to work on unraveling the schemes rather than brute forcing my way into knowing.”

“Of course, I was curious about other matters. The illegal ones that people don’t like to talk about, that sort of thing. It’s likely I would have gotten so scrapped that I called off the business for good – but as it happens, a criminal operating in the area took a liking to me.”

“Caitlyn, of course, was a thieving criminal who sometimes did adventuring work. She preferred to work together on teams to target big marks– people who could spend their hoard hiring security, but wouldn’t actually hurt much if part of their riches went missing.”

“She never involved a child like me in such things. Instead, seeing that I would’ve gotten involved with the criminal world, she showed me the ropes. Improved my skills so I wouldn’t end up in the wrong place and get myself killed. Gave me some street smarts and skills.”

“Because I was just curious, the skills never transformed me into a true criminal. Instead, I simply grew up into a law-abiding individual with great skill in unravelling secrets, and the tendency to walk up to people without them noticing. And of course, I could get out of trouble if I was forced into it.”

“As for how I got involved in the company – I was flat broke and unable to get jobs for my preferred career. My family had fallen on hard times, and I needed to make the extra coin to help them. But considering I was surrounded by other struggling people barely managing to get by, I refused to resort to thievery. Instead, I took a page out of my mentor’s book and searched for adventuring work.”

“Octava’s company was a group of amateurs like myself, so I ended up taking a job with them. They liked me enough to keep me around, and it was profitable heroic work, so I lingered.”

Of course, it had transformed into something more, and made them actively desire to fight passionately for the good of the world.

I would have never guessed, and what were your relationships with your comrades, are you still friends? Maybe lovers? Bitter rivals? How do you see them in your eyes

“Oh, I knew them.”

[Leaving this wip for now – would like to talk with other RPers to figure this out.]

So that's how you worked with each other, and how was your relationship with Madame Ravenwood? Nothing but good I hope.

Alice goes silent for a moment, carefully considering their words.

“Why yes… It’s a shame that she had to die.”

This was, in fact, a truth. They weren’t lying when they said that. It was a horrible tragedy that she died. And yet – their opinions on the woman were less than positive, to say the least.

The true nature of the woman has been mutated by years of embellishment, and the honouring of her in the untimely event of her death. In truth, Octavia was merely a charismatic individual who knew how to make people think she was undeniably good. She never lived to prove people otherwise, after all.

They didn’t hate the person per say, but rather what her image had become. Octavia was a real person – not a perfected painting with all of the flaws conveniently scrubbed off, but a person who had imperfections. Sure, some of the party may say that their criticisms come due to a failure to get along with her – which was true, Alice and Octavia didn’t get along the best with each other, needless to say. But at least they were willing to acknowledge the truth.

And after hearing about how wonderful she was, how much of a perfect hero she was – Alice found themself starting to hate the warped thing that the woman had become, and even to perhaps hate the woman that truly existed. The world dreamed of a perfect mirage, to the point that the true person who was once alive is being withered away into nothingness. One day, once she’s faded into legend, the flawed heroes of the world will use her as a whip to flagellate themselves with. Thinking just because they weren’t as perfect as she was, they’d never be truly worthy as heroes.

They hated how they couldn’t even voice this reality. They would be slandered by others for stating it. But they had to keep up the appearance of worship, or at least not be a contrarian to that opinion.

I see, and.....did you know?

Alice pauses for a second, staring at the journalist. A bad feeling compresses their chest. “Kindly inform me?”

Did you even guess, did you even have the slightest idea?

They have a sense that they’re being taunted – by an old foe, no less. They stand up, looking at the journalist with a cold gaze, placing their hand on their belt. “Inform me.”

Do you even realize the amount of shit you heroes are in?

Alice lets out a sigh, rolling their eyes. They drag out the decorated dagger they had killed so many monsters with.

“Wouldn’t be a hero if I wasn’t willing to go through with that.”

What made you think you could defeat him so easily? WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD DEFEAT US SO EASILY?

Alice shakes their head at this babbling cultist. “Do you think I did it because it was easy? No bud, I did it because it was fucking right.”

We almost did it, almost, but then you heroes and that bitch! well no matter, you and your comrades will get yours soon enough!

“Did you come here to break my spirit, thinking it would work and I would make it easy for you?” They laugh as they stand up, pointing a dagger at the cultist.

“You’re only here because you’re scared that you’ll lose again, aren’t you?”

YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT HIM, DEFEAT US! NEVER!

Alice stabs the fiend in the heart – and he explodes into blood and bits, even more violently than a dagger would cause.

“Ahh… Why would you tell us that you could be defeated? Can’t break our spirits that way.”

Alice lets out a bothered sigh. There’s blood and gore all over their office... They’re going to need their assistant to clean it up. But they suppose they’re going to have greater concerns to tend to.

“… I hate being right.”

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

Alright, it's done. Let me know if I need to make any adjustments, or if I missed anything. Basic premise is that they're effectively an evolved version of a thrill seeker rouge, one now with heroic tendencies and a slight religious inclination. Little bit of sherlock homes inspiration in there (needing to do something intellectually stimulating or otherwise bad things happen) with a paranoiac streak. Trying to live their best life, but not really being able to enjoy it due to the state of things.

Alice Windhorn

Excuse me, might you be one of the heroes from legend?

As they sit in their office, they squint an eye at the man. Those words – they don’t like that sort of tone, nor do they enjoy the matter being brought up. The elf just stares at him, expectedly.

Good turn to you. Please great hero might you lend me your ear? I have travelled far and wide to hear tale, my only wish is to tell your story. I suppose if I wanted to know of various deeds I could just visit my local tavern or library, but to get it from the horse's mouth, now that would be a treat, far better than any old watered down story you hear on the streets, wouldn't you agree?
They cross their legs, putting a hand on their face.

“You should ask your questions with more confidence. You don’t need to grovel to appeal to me – I am merely a mortal, after all.” Their voice sounds somewhat grainy and musky, with a playful harshness to it.

Oh you will? Joyous occasion! You shant regret this my friend, I promise you.

“Speak and get it over with.”

Now then, What is your name?

“Alice Windhorn.”

Splendid, and your age?

“Bout in my 40’s now.”

Fantastic, and your gender good hero?

Alice grins a little bit. Finally, someone asks for once, and they get to give a mysterious answer. “Gender doesn’t apply to someone like me, now does it?”

Excellent and of course I know what you look like but for the sake of our readers?

They take out a piece of paper. “Let me do the writing for you – so you do not miss a word.”

Alice is a 5’7” elf, of mixed elven heritage. They have slightly dark olive skin, with choppy medium length dark ash brown hair. Their face is roughly featured, with a few scars on their left and one close to their eye, from various incidents of trouble. Their body is a bit more stocky than what you’d expect of an elf, and their face a bit more rough. Their clothing preferences vary, but in general they wear a thick gray long jacket with a hood.

Headshot Sketch

Excellent Excellent, and how do you act on most days, you know, your mannerisms, your quarks and such. What makes you you?

“Nowadays? You came in here, so you should know. I run this here investigation office. It’s cramped, considering it’s just me and my assistant.”

“Considering my reputation, work isn’t hard to find. Sometimes I go on the odd adventuring gig, when bandits need to be dealt with or a hunting party needs someone knowledgeable on monsters to assist them. But for the most part, it’s unravelling webs of whatever mysteries fall into my lap. And it is most certainly interesting.”

Of course, they left out a commentary on their personality. Alice was an individual with a constant working mind, always required to have some sort of challenge to work on. Without intrigue and interest, they found themself going a bit crazy, as the rest of life dulled. They’d be tempted to the bottle during these instances. If it weren’t for their assistant keeping them somewhat tethered, Alice would either found themselves committing constant alcoholic blunders or getting involved in the ever present criminal underground.

Alice preferred to keep most people at a distance, considering they scrutinized anyone who crossed their path. This often erupted into paranoia of one form or another, an instinct that they were still training to stifle.

Despite their preference for distance, they didn’t actively scare people off. Instead, they’d simply fail to mention vital parts about them. Someone could believe they were close friends with Alice, having divulged many of their personal secrets, only to realize that they had no clue who Alice themself was. It wasn’t just a matter of them wanting secrets either – Alice couldn’t bring themself to tell other people about who they were, beyond the surface level. They couldn’t even speak of how miserable the past few years had been, surrounded with people who worshipped them, images of a now over war, haunted by paranoia that it would one day return, and rarely ever seeing the comrades they had developed close relationships with.

While a few years ago Alice would say that they didn’t really care for others, the once careless elf had developed a strong moral core inside that soul of theirs. It was their duty now to fight evil whenever it came, and their mind was so committed to the cause that even now they were keeping an eye on for signs of greater evils. Part of them saw this as a holy duty of sorts, and they perhaps felt a bit of a calling from something higher.

Mhm, and your abilities magical or otherwise? If you use magic, what is your discipline? do you use it for battle, defense, healing?

Alice laughs, shaking their hand. “What, you think just because I was in that heroic company, I have something that can impress you?”
“My best weapon, if you please, is my mind. You see, you don’t need to worry as much if you know what the enemy is doing.”

They smile a little bit. “If you pick up on what they are doing without them finding out, that transforms you into the master of the field. An enemy who thinks they are in control does some things that allows for you to wrestle it away from them with much more ease.”

“Of course, because I’m also a decent enough sneak, I sometimes served the role of scout. Knew how to disable some pesky traps, and how to spot them. Sometimes got the drop on unsuspecting foes, either with my dagger or the crossbow That sort of thing.”

Alice shrugs. “Really, I was one of the less interesting members of the group. I did my one job, and I did it well enough that I was tolerated.”

Yes Yes, and before everything that transpired, what was your life like? who were you?

“You see, as a rascal, I found everything my family did to be superficial. With them, there was always another secret. Me being young, they didn’t bother explaining. The first thing I learned in pursuit of that goal is how to sneak into places where I wasn’t supposed to be. Of course, the first few times I got caught, and of course I got shouted at about the matter.”

“They started trying to set traps to alert them to my presence, so I resolved to see through their tricks. I still got caught a few times, of course, and I found this direct method of sneaking to be unsuccessful at getting me what I wanted.”

“That’s when I started to work on unraveling the schemes rather than brute forcing my way into knowing.”

“Of course, I was curious about other matters. The illegal ones that people don’t like to talk about, that sort of thing. It’s likely I would have gotten so scrapped that I called off the business for good – but as it happens, a criminal operating in the area took a liking to me.”

“Caitlyn, of course, was a thieving criminal who sometimes did adventuring work. She preferred to work together on teams to target big marks– people who could spend their hoard hiring security, but wouldn’t actually hurt much if part of their riches went missing.”

“She never involved a child like me in such things. Instead, seeing that I would’ve gotten involved with the criminal world, she showed me the ropes. Improved my skills so I wouldn’t end up in the wrong place and get myself killed. Gave me some street smarts and skills.”

“Because I was just curious, the skills never transformed me into a true criminal. Instead, I simply grew up into a law-abiding individual with great skill in unravelling secrets, and the tendency to walk up to people without them noticing. And of course, I could get out of trouble if I was forced into it.”

“As for how I got involved in the company – I was flat broke and unable to get jobs for my preferred career. My family had fallen on hard times, and I needed to make the extra coin to help them. But considering I was surrounded by other struggling people barely managing to get by, I refused to resort to thievery. Instead, I took a page out of my mentor’s book and searched for adventuring work.”

“Octava’s company was a group of amateurs like myself, so I ended up taking a job with them. They liked me enough to keep me around, and it was profitable heroic work, so I lingered.”

Of course, it had transformed into something more, and made them actively desire to fight passionately for the good of the world.

I would have never guessed, and what were your relationships with your comrades, are you still friends? Maybe lovers? Bitter rivals? How do you see them in your eyes

“Oh, I knew them.”

[Leaving this wip for now – would like to talk with other RPers to figure this out.]

So that's how you worked with each other, and how was your relationship with Madame Ravenwood? Nothing but good I hope.

Alice goes silent for a moment, carefully considering their words.

“Why yes… It’s a shame that she had to die.”

This was, in fact, a truth. They weren’t lying when they said that. It was a horrible tragedy that she died. And yet – their opinions on the woman were less than positive, to say the least.

The true nature of the woman has been mutated by years of embellishment, and the honouring of her in the untimely event of her death. In truth, Octavia was merely a charismatic individual who knew how to make people think she was undeniably good. She never lived to prove people otherwise, after all.

They didn’t hate the person per say, but rather what her image had become. Octavia was a real person – not a perfected painting with all of the flaws conveniently scrubbed off, but a person who had imperfections. Sure, some of the party may say that their criticisms come due to a failure to get along with her – which was true, Alice and Octavia didn’t get along the best with each other, needless to say. But at least they were willing to acknowledge the truth.

And after hearing about how wonderful she was, how much of a perfect hero she was – Alice found themself starting to hate the warped thing that the woman had become, and even to perhaps hate the woman that truly existed. The world dreamed of a perfect mirage, to the point that the true person who was once alive is being withered away into nothingness. One day, once she’s faded into legend, the flawed heroes of the world will use her as a whip to flagellate themselves with. Thinking just because they weren’t as perfect as she was, they’d never be truly worthy as heroes.

They hated how they couldn’t even voice this reality. They would be slandered by others for stating it. But they had to keep up the appearance of worship, or at least not be a contrarian to that opinion.

I see, and.....did you know?

Alice pauses for a second, staring at the journalist. A bad feeling compresses their chest. “Kindly inform me?”

Did you even guess, did you even have the slightest idea?

They have a sense that they’re being taunted – by an old foe, no less. They stand up, looking at the journalist with a cold gaze, placing their hand on their belt. “Inform me.”

Do you even realize the amount of shit you heroes are in?

Alice lets out a sigh, rolling their eyes. They drag out the decorated dagger they had killed so many monsters with.
“Wouldn’t be a hero if I wasn’t willing to go through with that.”

What made you think you could defeat him so easily? WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD DEFEAT US SO EASILY?

Alice shakes their head at this babbling cultist. “Do you think I did it because it was easy? No bud, I did it because it was fucking right.”

We almost did it, almost, but then you heroes and that bitch! well no matter, you and your comrades will get yours soon enough!

“Did you come here to break my spirit, thinking it would work and I would make it easy for you?” They laugh as they stand up, pointing a dagger at the cultist.

“You’re only here because you’re scared that you’ll lose again, aren’t you?”

YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT HIM, DEFEAT US! NEVER!

Alice stabs the fiend in the heart – and he explodes into blood and bits, even more violently than a dagger would cause.

“Ahh… Why would you tell us that you could be defeated? Can’t break our spirits that way.”

Alice lets out a bothered sigh. There’s blood and gore all over their office... They’re going to need their assistant to clean it up. But they suppose they’re going to have greater concerns to tend to.

“… I hate being right.”

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

I think I'm honing on playing a rouge character, since that appears to be untouched by the other party members. With the personality I'm developing, a character based slightly on the inquisitive archetype seems appropriate - explains how/why they're so suspicious of Octavia, since the class role itself lends to not really trusting anyone.

I'll see if I can post the character sheet today, but if not, I'll be posting it tomorrow.

Once I've done that and gotten the character approved, I'd like to get things like relationships with the rest of the party figured out.

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

I'm somewhat interested in this idea, but I'd like to create a character that doesn't have too much overlap with the other present characters. I do like the idea of making a character that has a less than positive opinion on Octavia for some variety. Any party composition roles we're notably missing in the already submitted characters? I'm leaning towards something like either a monk, cleric, or ranger atm.