Old June 20, 2013, 12:20 PM   #1 (permalink)
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The Daughter of Fog






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When she had first placed on the Masque that would come to be synonymous with her, it was done by an act of self-preservation.

The new Inquisitor of Nexus Prime had spent the majority of the Brightenings since her stabbing holed up in an establishment known as Breakers Inn. Her badly swollen face had brought terrible headaches which had lain her bedridden while her body rehabilitated the violence it had gone through. The reflection in the small dresser table mirror that met her revealed a face to be a mixture of colours ranging from purple and blue to jaundice yellow and lilac. The eyes peering back at her had become bloodshot slits from under swollen brows. She had been assured that her jaw was not broken yet any attempt to speak left her wincing with pain. The Shadow's Eye ointment Mixie Shadowmuffin had given her had now, unfortunately, subsided and she was left to fend off the pain in her body with basic balms and resolve.

She had initially booked in for a single night which had, along with her pain, grown with every new sunrise. At 10 gold pieces a night it had been expensive, the soup however was simple and had been delivered up to her door regularly by the husband of the Innkeeper - a bumbling old fellow who would clatter the tray onto the floor outside her room with such noise as to often wake her from drifting slumber.

It was not until she was attempting to leave did she notice it tucked into the bottom of her travel satchel. The sight of it reminded her of Marlowe, sweet-natured Marlowe who had driven the carriage out of Rosewood, delivered her into the wider world and his own brutal demise. It was the Masque given to her as a gift from the adolescent Kemite boy in New Coldmoon. The troupe of theatrical performers he belonged to had been one of the only pleasant moments since she had left her hometown. The boy, it had been clear, had taken a fancy to her and she would often catch him looking at her through the flames of the night fires. She had not returned the interest and it was probably this rejection that had spurned him into giving her a keepsake - his Masque. The Masque itself was nothing special, in fact one could definitely say that it had seen better brightenings but it did serve one purpose in that it covered her swollen, discoloured face.

Over the next few Brightenings she had taken to walking as far and wide as she could throughout the city of Nexus Prime. She could be seen pocketing white pebbles at the base of Statues and chipping off tiny bits of stone from several official buildings. People would look on bemused at the female figure, her face always obscured, going on about her odd business. Whispers around the Breaker Inn were told that she was the illegitimate daughter of the Innkeeper herself; a family disgrace long hidden from the world. Others of younger age told that she was a disfigured Witch, others still that she was a monster born through foul magic, a cursed mad creature who would doom anyone foolhardy enough to look upon her wretched features.

Verlaine herself would say nothing to counter the stories now being circulated about her and would often times play up to them. Pauses in the corridor, a silent tilt of the head at a curious passerby. The reactions nigh on always in direct relationship to the intent of her physical action. A pretend drawing of symbols in the air had a heavy-set man who stank of alcohol scuttling off up the street. An attempt to dance a single spin had children gasping and silence, simple loaded silence, in the presence of others would enliven the fear already present within the city air.

The power of mystery she had, by accident, come to find was a powerful tool indeed.

So it was then that the time came and she woke one brightening with a face almost completely healed did she choose to wear it still.

This Brightening was to be the official first of her role as Inquisitor and she had prepared herself. The pebbles and stones had all been delivered, along with instructions of what were required with them. Almost all of her Crowns now gone - spent on attire befitting her role and costs incurred for bed, balms and the occasional dram of booze. For she would soon be making journey's both within the City and outside it on a quest to draw in the best of those who, with her, had lost everything to the Fog of the Xet.


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Breakers Inn
Pebble & Stone
Attire
Booze
Balm
.. A little more booze.


1100 Crowns

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