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This Character Has Met Her Final Crusade
Background
Lady Emilia Cassomir is the youngest sister of Viscount Jaren Cassomir, and not well known compared her accomplished and heroic siblings. Those who have heard of her, most likely have heard mostly of how she seems to be 'touched' since surviving the Thorn attack on Ironhold that saw the deaths to her parents and many others of her family. Of those Cassomirs present in Ironhold Castle that fateful day, she was the only to have survived, if one would call it surviving.
Lady Emilia Taryn Cassomir is the youngest child and daughter of Baron Aric and Baroness Mathilda Cassomir. With the great age gaps that existed between herself and her elder brothers, Emilia never truly got to know them well beyond what stories or tales of their exploits would be told or reach home about them. They often seemed more like visiting heroes in some fashion then her brothers. Her father was not much different, for while she adored him, time was always short with the matters of war that kept he and those older siblings away.
It was her mother that thusly Emilia was closer to, unsurprising as a daughter and Lady of the House. Though even then often her mother's focus was more upon Raelyn and seeing to her training to one day become the Mistress of the Hunt. Even while Emilia would often tag along in these additional lessons, learning those ways of archery and tracking, of moving amongst the forest unseen. It never bothered her that she was not one pressed in the same fashions.
Of all her siblings, it is Henric to whom she has always been closest. She cannot recall a time of her youth when he was not there to turn to when she needed someone to talk to, someone to comfort her or simply someone to play with or later find some game or adventure to take to. This was not to say she did not have a good relationship with her sister Raelyn, it was simply Henric that she had bonded with more closely. Some connection there that had formed early on when he had helped their mother see after her. A bond that perhaps continued for as the youngest brother and youngest sister, neither ever had quite the expectations placed upon their shoulders as their elder siblings did.
The long shadows that existed over them did not bother her to the same depths as it did him. Nor did she ever see Henric as 'lowly' as he seemed to find himself. She was always thrilled to see him in the practice ring and the strides he made, her praise and cheering always heart felt. Just as she enjoyed ot hear of his lessons and when he made strides within them or found a topic that actually took his fancy. Even if she enjoyed when he would skip out and they would go on some turn through the woods, allowing her to show him just what she learned, to learn further form him as well, Emilia would try to encourage him to keep to his studies. For she knew he was not lazy nor insolent as many found him to be. She found him to be just as exciting and as great as their older brothers, not that he would ever believe such if she spoke of it.
Even if Raelyn was to become the Mistress of the Hunt, Emilia took to the lessons with a bow with some energy, never trying to be as good as her sister. But to be what she could be, and to perhaps get some bit of praise from Henric about how she was progressing. And she did seem to have a certain aptitude for noticing small details and being able to move within the shadows. A promise that was there, even if she was not destined to be a Huntress, she was the 'just in case' option should something befall Raelyn and training was a thing pursued.
And in time it was something she threw herself into more to take her mind away from what she considered the worst day of her life, least up until that point in her life. The day that Henric left to become Jaren's squire. It was as if some piece of her departed with him that day. There were tears and promises to write, a thing she did quite often. It was then she took greater interest in the painting she had only dabbled in before, if only so she could occasionally include some piece with her letters to her brother. Reminders of their favorite places, of things that had amused her and she had wish to share with him that words alone could not do justice to. Letter from him were always the best parts of her days, though better yet were the times he was allowed to return home for a visit and they could catch up and sneak along as they had when they were younger. Or the times as she grew older and was permitted to go visit him, well him and Jaren. But it was the things and places that Henric would show her of his new life that delighted her most, simply being able to be with her brother, her friend once more. She yet celebrated his accomplishments as he progressed as a squire, and she was proud of him when he achieved Knighthood. Sending him a celebratory gift at the time, and later when a proper visit could be had, seeing to a proper celebration.
With the Succession War coming upon the heels of the Thirty Years war, little seemed to change in the way of life, save the danger became closer to home. A thing that became even more of a truth when Thorn forces descended upon Ironhold, an event that would leave her home in ashes, many of her family members dead and herself nearly dead. It is an event that Emilia is still recovering from upon many levels. The vibrant and out going girl with her casual aloofness, has become far more solemn and silent since then. True smiles are seldom seen, and laughter is a rare thing heard from her.
NOTE: THE FOLLOWING IS ICLY KNOWN TO EXTREMELY FEW PEOPLE. If YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF IT FROM SOMEONE WHO KNOWS, RP ACCORDINGLY. IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS STOP READING NOW!
There is a secret Emilia holds, or in some ways, is. For when the Thorn forces descended upon Ironhold, it was by their actions the Widow of the Wood became not just legend, some tale told to children, but a reality in Emilia's world. The day that would become the true worst day of Emilia's life. The effects were devastating upon all as the banshee saw to seeing her appetite sated after being imprisoned for so long. Even if Emilia would not know the full extent of the damage wrought til later, what she witnessed firsthand was more than enough for her to face and deal with.
When the attack came, and the sounds of the banshee wail joined with screams of agony, her brother Randall had seen to getting her and her mother to a place of safety. In the end, it became their prison when banshee came through the wall and found them within that chamber. The sight of the creature, the sound of her wail immobilizing them all with fear. A deep fear that would remain for days as the battle raged outside, as Emilia suffered to watch the creature feed upon her brother and mother, the agony it caused them. To watch them age a life time in days. To see and know that such was to be her fate as well, and there was nothing she could do about it. Even to know, the agony when her turn came and the thing sought to feed upon her was unimaginable. Worse, she knew it would not be quick, she had witnessed what it had done to her family over the days prior. Days that had felt like a never-ending eternity.
Yet it was not her time, fate would intervene it seemed. When Emilia saw her brother Jaren in that doorway, she wanted to scream for him to run, anything to not have him endure the fate she had seen come to their mother and brother, that which was falling upon her at that moment. Yet she could do nothing but scream from the agony the Banshee's touch brought as it fed upon her. In those moments she was certain it was to be her end and soon after the Banshee would claim yet another of her brothers. Though he would again prove to be the extraordinary Knight he had proven himself to be time and again, in that moment becoming her 'hero' as he not only successfully distracted the banshee causing it to cease making a meal out of Emilia, but would over the course of days stand against the creature long enough til the right help could arrive to see the banshee rebound.
It was in watching her brother battle the creature that Emilia was able to overcome the fear that had held her in that chamber for those days, the fear that had been the death of her brother and mother. As her brother yelled for her to retreat, some measure of strength was found to stumble from that room and go in search of help. Though what help could there exist? It was outside the castle that what little strength had been found failed her. Collapsing there, unnoticed amongst the chaos that yet flowed about the castle. That is until the Archbishop Sirrah Cantire and her entourage found her there. Whatever she managed to babble, incoherently as it surely was, it was to the right person. The help had arrived. No more of her family would be dined upon by the banshee, it would be rebound at the price of her home, their home.
Even with the attentive care of the Archbishop herself, it took months for Emilia to physically recover from the attack, though it was a good year before she could do much without growing fatigued easily. Mentally, it is not likely a thing she shall ever truly recover from. Even as the nightmares have lessened with the passage of time, the memories are still strong. Though if Henric had not been there in those first weeks of her recovery, it is likely that her mind might not have even managed to return as much as it has. Jaren might have saved her life that day, the Archbishop that say her body recover but it was Henric that would be her true hero in saving her mind, her spirit. For everything that had been lost, she still had the one person she was closest to in the world. And his presence had that ability to calm and ease her as it had all those years ago when she was but a baby. He helped to keep the nightmares at bay on the nights he was there.
But Henric did not remain. When he left to return to his duty as Royal Lancer, for Emilia it was as difficult as that day he had departed to beginning training as a squire. Tears were again shed, promises to write renewed. And so she has written him, with great frequency and looks forward to the rare times he does return home. For she is not given over to much travel even now.
While she does not delve as much into her training within archery, nor does much encouragement seem to come for her to pursue that once more, she seems to have a growing ability in moving amongst the shadows and slipping from a room without notice. Where her time and focus has gone is to painting, in ways it is a form of therapy for her. Though with the dark and terrifying results that come, rarely does she allow a finished piece to exist long enough for another to set eyes upon it.
It is only after the attack with Jaren becoming the Baron that Emilia is now getting to know the brother who had become such a hero, if it could be called that. The new duties, the problem that remains still pull heavily upon his attention and he is more a caretaker and protector to her than brother, just as she is surely more a burden, a potential risk, that must be watched then sister to him.
While Emilie has no official byname that she is known by far and wide, those few who are privy to what truly came to pass at Ironhold have taken to calling her Banshee Bait, though most dare not actually call her that where she might actually hear it.
On the Grid
“People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety – like light – is a façade.”
― C.J. Roberts
A young woman with long dark brown hair. The shade is dark enough that it sometimes the long locks are thought to be black. Dark brown eyes watch the world over the the smooth turn of her nose, her fine features have a gentle smoothness to them, that edge of youth yet. She is pretty in her own way, pleasant enough to look upon, though she is not some stunning beauty. Her movements contain an almost ethereal air to them, a elegant gracefulness that seems just upon the edge of unearthly. A thing that gives a presence about her when she is in motion, some might even call her beautiful then.
Scars :
Odd looking burn scar over the region of her heart. Obtained during the fall and ruin of Ironhold Castle (Marse of 1861)
Round shot scar on lower left side of her chest. Obtained during rustler attack on Queen's Herd outside of Kirekwall (1865-11-24)
Personality
The Emilia that was…..
Those few who knew the youngest Cassomir prior to the attack upon Ironhold Castle, could recall the vibrancy and life that existed within Emilia. The joy she found often in the small things of life, the first bloom of spring or the color of the leaves in fall. A girl who smiled easily and laughed often in the company of her family or close friends, but was every bit what was expected of a Cassomir to the world. A girl that had hopes and dreams, a girl with a future and paths to chose from. And then everything changed….
The Emilia that is…..
…when Ironhold Castle burned, when she witnessed the deaths of those of her family that had been there with her, when Emilia became a victim and a survivor. Much time passed in the after before any outside of her immediate family and caregivers even saw her. And when she again emerged about the new halls of Roseguard, the solemness that those of House Cassomir are none for has taken over in full. True smiles are rare to come, more often what smiles are seen do not touch her eyes, but have that edge of someone smiling because they know that to smile is what is expected of them. Laughter from Emilia is nearly unheard of. She tries to play the role expected of her as a noble and as a Cassomir. But unlike her other siblings, rare is it to see her having 'fun', even during those festivals and celebrations that her House is known to host a few times a year, when her other siblings might do so. More often then not, when there are more than a few about, Emilia falls into silence and it is common enough that she will simply fade into the background if not into the shadows and slip away without notice. Sometimes prone to the stray bit of rather odd 'babble', most often not directed to anyone. But it is commonly accepted that the girl is simply 'touched in the head' now, a thing that is only driven home by the odd speech patterns that she speaks within.
Quirks
Justified/Chargen
- Skilled Hunter - Inspite of her particular difficulties and trials, Emilia is still rather skilled with a bow as befitting a daughter of House Cassomir and woman of Ironhold. While she has never officially become a Huntress, she trains and often runs with them in the forests.
- Reluctant Psycho - After the attack upon Ironhold Castle, Emilia's mind twisted and broke. It is common enough knowledge that she's been 'touched' ever since. The bad part is, Emilia is fully aware that she is no longer right in the head. Her speech comes oddly, while she does sometimes try to string the words together correctly, it take a great deal of effort and the words come noticeably slower. Often, she will just simply try to keep quiet (especially in large groups and social settings). Though sometimes, thoughts just come out. Sometimes silly, sometimes not so silly. There is a reason she is always under watch. Being prone to occasional Nightmares is included within this particular quirk.
- Banshee Touched - During the time cornered in the chamber with her mother and brother Randall, Emilia was not so lucky to avoid the touch of the Banshee. The agony of that touch is seared forever in her mind, right along with the images of seeing her brother and mother wither away into desiccated corpses. She is left feeling as if a piece of herself is missing, sometimes finding herself near the ruins drawn in some way. In search of what was taken or called by the Banshee who wants to finish the rest of her meal? Emilia often fears it is the later, for the pull seems strongest on the stormiest of night when the winds carry the wails the furthest. A thing that sends a shiver up her spin to hear, yet no longer causes that deepest of fear to rise and immobilize her, not the she wishes to see if this still holds in the actual presence of the Widow . And sometimes she is certain she hears the Banshee calling to her, or whispering within her very thoughts. Such things she dares not speak of. Important Note : This Quirk is purely OOC knowledge unless you are one of the exceedingly rare people who actually would know ICly. Which if you aren't sure if you would know, you probably don't. It also included 'Be The Shadow' within this quirk.
Assumed : Cassomir
- Duty Bound - While her place within House Cassomir does not put her within a position or path to often answer directly to those of their liege House, Emilia does what she can, to the best of her ability for her House and Family. While she does what she can, she often feels she falls short when stacked next to her siblings. There is no pain or sacrifice to great those who remain in her immediate family.
- Strong Willed -While not outwardly courageous and forthright as many a Cassomir is, that Emilia yet lives and is not a complete gibbering lunatic, nor prone to trying to chew the faces off people (to often) is a testament to the strength of will that she does possess.
- Stoic - The reserved and solemn nature often found in those of House Cassomir can be found in spades within Emilia. To even see a smile is rare least one that does not have a forced edge to it. Any humor is quite deadpan, even sometimes a touch of gallows humor may surface. But like smiles, it is rare to see her cut loose, even at those festivals and celebrations her House are known to put on a few times a year.
Sub-Quirks : Things that deal with Emi being 'touched'
- Grapes! - For most meals, Emilia will see about having a small bowl of grapes near. Most notably, she tends to rarely actually eat them, but spends most of the meal absently stacking and making grape pyramids. And re-stacking them, as the case may be. Beware the squished grapes.
- Of Speech - While the 'touched' Cassomir looks outwardly fine by alights, the moment Emilia opens her mouth all bets are off. As the most noticeable thing that marks the youngest Cassomir siblings as 'touched' is the odd way she speaks, with the odd turn that has extra 'ofs' appearing in her spoken word. A thing that many find difficult to follow. It is not something that seems to reflect within her written word.
Music that expresses Emilia in some way, some are even unspecified dedications to those within her life.
Artist - Song | Lyrics |
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Bastille - Flaws | There's a hole in my soul, I can't fill it I can't fill it, There's a hole in my soul , Can you fill it? Can you fill it? , You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve, And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground, Dig them up; let's finish what we've started , Dig them up, so nothing's left unturned |
Megan & Jaclyn Davies - The Monster/Wake Me Up (Acoustic Mashup) | Feeling my way through the darkness…Life will pass me by if I don't open my eyes. But that's fine by me. So wake me up when it's over. Get along with the voices inside of my head. You're trying to save me. Stop holding your breathe. Didn't know I was lost. You think I'm crazy. Well that's not fair. I'm friends with the monsters. I didn't know I was lost. |
Foo Fighters - I should Have Known | I should have known that it would end this way, I should have known there was no other way, I should have known, Look at the shape you're in, I should have known, But I dove right in, One thing is for certain, As I'm standing here, I should have known, Lay your hands in mine, Heal me one last time, Though I cannot forgive you yet, No I cannot forgive you yet, I should have known , I've been here before , I should have known, Don't want it anymore, One thing is for certain, I'm still standing here, I should have known |
Avril Lavigne - Nobody Home | Her feelings she hides, Her dreams she can't find, She's losing her mind, She's falling behind, She can't find her place, She's losing her faith, She's falling from grace, She's all over the place yeah, She wants to go home, But nobody's home, That's where she lies, Broken inside, With no place to go, No place to go to, Dry her eyes, Broken inside, She's lost inside lost inside |
Tori Amos - Winter | I hear a voice you must learn to stand up, For yourself cause I can't always be around, He says when you gonna make up your mind, When you gonna love you as much as I do, When you gonna make up your mind, 'Cause things are gonna change so fast, All the white horses are still in bed, I tell you that I'll always want you near, You say that things change my dear |
Ever part of Emilia's recovery included diving deeper into her painting, even if it is perhaps not widely known that she has a fair amount of skill in this 'hobby' as a result. A hidden talent. What follows are some of the paintings she has done since hitting the grid. Some may be widely seen depending on the reason and purpose, others may not. Everything here is presented for OOC information, though if your character might have chance or reason to have seen any of the works…
The following was the painting that Emilia gifted to Viscount Letholdus and Lady Claire for their wedding (11/1865)
Airy brush strokes have drawn and eased paint across the canvas to bring the imagery into existence. A pair of wooden pillars frame the piece with one of the small tables from the terrace of the Tarris manor in Four Corners taking center stage of the piece. Dishes are settled upon the table arranged for a light afternoon meal or perhaps tea from the fair on display, the mix of teacups and wine goblets. Seated in the chair upon the left is a man with a neatly trimmed mustache and beard, dark as his short hair. A doublet is worn within the edge of Romante green. There is just an edge of a smile touching his lips as Letholdus's bold dark eyes look upon the woman seated in the chair across from him. Whom seems to have just said something from the way her lips curve, their own hint of smile to them as well her dark eyes. There is a softness and warmth to the woman's features as this moment is shared between the pair that has been captured within the paints. Claire's dark hair is bound up atop her head, a few wisps yet floating about her face in a gentle carefree fashion.
Beyond the pair in the distance can be spied the tiered fountain known to exist within the gardens of the Tarris manor, hints to the details of it exist. As do touches of green of the trees. Time spent looking at the painting will allow one to soon note that slight turns of whimsy that do exist within it, small animals that exist, the tiny frog hiding under the edge of the table, a small butterfly upon the edge of the fountain, or the face of a wood faery hiding within one of the pillars, and on such things can be found hidden away within the piece. And while dark paints draw out the colors of eyes of the couple, the only true black used is that which creates the tiny 'EC' in the left corner.
The following painting was created and given to Henric when he departed after the wedding of the Viscount Letholdus. It was slipped into his bags, so when it was actually found and discovered is an unknown. (11/1865)
The parchment was folded from the corners, so that the wax seal held each of the tips to the center. Once broken, when the corners were spread apart the parchment revealed was not swathed in rows of words but swirls of colorful paint.
A small letter sized piece, but there was no doubt there was still time put into this painting. Smooth brush strokes that have been used to draw and swirl the paint to bring the picture to life. Blues, whites and turns of charcoals bring to life a magpie as it flies over an open meadow. But what is certain to draw the eye is that bulbous figure riding upon the back of the bird, that purple figure so proud and stately as he surveys his domain - the Grape King! A tiny silver chain fitted as a bridle about the beck of the magpie to guide it. There is a golden crown that adorns the Kingly fruits head, a small link of gold holding the single bit of velvet cloth that flutters as a cape behind him.
The more one might look at the small piece; just how much time was put into it might become apparent, as more details are notice. Some such as the nature of the magpie's wings and the detailing of the feathers themselves or the veining within the fruitly King, but more whimsical details may become apparent as well. Like the gentle face within one of the clouds, the small faerie that peers out from behind a clump of wilds flowers within the meadow, the various butterflies that dot the meadow, and the many other small wonders to be picked out within the piece. And even with the dark color needed within the bird, the only true black used within the piece is that which creates the small 'EC' in the lower left corner.
This painting is the piece started in Painting and Poetry. The piece was sent out to be delivered to Griffon Point but it and the accompany letter were lost en-route. If interested in 'discovering' this painting in some fashion ICLy. Please contact me OOCly.
Description Forth coming
The following painting was created and gifted to Lon the Elder before Emilia departed for Firen with her sister. (2/1866) - Sent in Memoir - The Cost of Duty
The parchment was folded from the corners so that they met in the middle, with the top left overlapping the others just a little. A single blue silk ribbon had been carefully wrapped about and tied to a bow to secure and hold the corners down rather then using wax to seal the piece closed as was custom with a letter. Once the ribbon was released and the folded corners pulled back, the reason would become apparent on why. For instead of writing, it is a small masterful painting the resides upon the parchment.
Gentle flowing brush strokes have born the paint across the surface carrying and blending each color into the next. Light shades of blue make up the sky with the occasional wisp of white clouds. A gentle breeze stirs the grasses of the meadows and the colorful blooms of wild flowers. Oranges, purples, whites, and yellows dance and sway amongst the greens and tans of the meadow grasses. Though it is what goes on beneath the petals and swaying leaves that is likely to draw the eye. For a whole hidden world can be found at play.
Racing about the stems of the flowers is a tiny green and blue dragon, a shimmer dancing off of its wings as it dodges around the sway of a leaf. A pair of dragonflies bob and dance as they chase after the small beast trying to catch up. Though a closer look shows that there is a small rock set within the dragon's mouth. And small pixies peek out from behind larger rocks or from within the safe confines of curled leaves. A game of keep away in play captured within this secret world under the petals.
The small brush strokes draw out all the tiny details from the scales upon the dragon, to the veins in the delicate wings of the dragon flies and the gentle curves of the grasses themselves as they bend. Time has been put into the piece, even for such a small thing that it is, with ever more details to be found the longer the piece is studied. Such as the red ladybug with its black spots crawling up the one stalk of grass, the small butterfly that rests within the one yellow flower taking a drink, and the worm that peeks up through the dirt just off to the side of the one rock. With all the colors used, it appears the only true black used within the piece is that which creates the small 'EC' in the lower left corner.
The following painting was created and gifted to Sir Raymund. The delivery perhaps a bit on the quiet side, but his niece only sought to bring him a bit of color in the dark days. (2/1866)
The parchment was folded from the corners, with one just barely holding the others down and in place. When the corners are separated, the parchment revealed was not touched by ink creating words but paint having been carried across the surface with fluids strokes of a paintbrush.
A long green stalk rises out of the ground, standing above the grasses around it. Small stalks of green split away from the main stalk before flattening out and spreading into wide leaves. Each leave quickly broadens out to several inches before coming back into a fine point. Up the main stalk goes before it ends in a brilliant blossom of yellow. A dark brown center with a hint of yellow, what will soon become seeds, are surrounded by a seemingly endless number of slim yellow petals. Settled upon the center of the sunflower is a butterfly. The blue within its wings offering a contrast to the dark center of the flower, while the dark body and near black edging to the wings help to show the brown tones in the seeds.
While small, there is still a fair amount of time that has gone into the piece as evident in the details within the piece. Such as the texture within the sunflower stalk, the veins within the leaves, the fine lines within the petals and the detailing within the delicate wings of the butterfly down to the tiny white dots that appear within the dark band of color upon the wings' edges.
The more time taken to look upon the piece allows for more to be noticed. The small beetle that rests upon a rock nestled within the grass. The distant outline of a pair of birds passing before one of the whisps of clouds that dot the pale blue sky. There is a small face that peers out from behind one of the leaves of sunflower, the hint of a small pixie in hiding. And on go the tiny bits and secrets to be found within the piece. While there are turns of dark paint used within the painting for the center of the sunflower and to create shaded and contrast, the only true black within the piece is used in the rather small 'EC' that exists in the lower left corner.
- 1866-06-12: Peace At Last
- 1866-06-12: Finding the Worst
- 1866-06-10: Three Young Ladies
- 1866-06-01: Alone
- 1866-03-18: The Moon and Shadows
- 1866-03-17: Diverging Deliberations
- 1866-03-04: A Wandering Response
- 1866-02-26: Loving Concern
- 1866-02-23: When Hope Dies
- 1866-02-23: Griffon Point: Investigation and Letters
- (1866-02-20) The Cost of Duty
- 1866-02-16: Letters from Duval
- 1866-02-05 : Dark Dreams
- 1866-01-30: More Letters from Roseguard
- 1866-01-25: Sir Pond's Reply
- 1866-01-23: Writings From Goldhollow
- 1866-01-23: Letters from Goldhollow
- 1866-01-18: Letters from Roseguard
- 1865-12-23: Seeking
- (1865-12-21): Ironhold Insomnia
Relationships
Sometimes the strongest among us are the ones who smile through silent pain, cry behind closed doors, and fight battles nobody knows about.
Note : All relationships are written as Emilia's true thoughts on the person. They do not always reflect how she actually reacts to and treats them, or even speaks about them ICly. As with most information on this here page, it is provided OOCly and should only be used ICly if gained through RP.
Lancer Cousin : Cousin upon the branch that did not fight during the Succession Wars. I do not know much about her….save she is a Lancer….need I say more? |
Dacian : I do not know him much, a former Thorn. He was amongst those who fought during the matters at Kirekwall. Though given my need to recover, I did not have time to take much measure of him. |
Kylier : Another Royal Lancer, he was with Henric when I was sought. He seemed quite kind and was mindful enough of the situation. |
The Candy Man's Sister : Sounds like she has a lot of animals. Though if her mother is locking down their lands, why is she letting her children out to travel? |
Sokar Lord : He seemed nice enough, though I did not much speak with him myself. |
Healer : She came to Ironhold and partook in the hunt and helped my sister with the injuries she took. She seems a decent healer. |
Knight : He is Klaudea's Knight, though I have not much met or spoken with him. |
Squire : She is squire to Sir Brennart, and came to Ironhold for the fall hunt as well as sought some archery lessons from Raelyn. |