>True Name: Our name before we were taken
Luth Arkhynd
>Sex: Female
Age: 26, Cronologically; 18th century

>Prioritize the following for your Attributes: MENTAL, PHYSICAL, and SOCIAL. Which one is EXCEPTIONAL? Which one is SUPERIOR? Which is our AVERAGE?
Exceptional: Mental
Superior: Physical
Average: Social

Skills;
Mental Exceptional
Great detective
Science!

Physical Superior
Brawling/Le Cane
Athletic prowess

Social Unpracticed
Interrigation

>Choose FIVE things of Merit about us.
[This is the Nose that Sent Ships to War]
[Can "smell" a lie a mile off]
[Could steal your nose without you noticing]
[The perfect con, the perfect con Artist]
[Less afflicted with gambling, more IT IS HER BANE]

>Choose ONE of the following for our Seeming: BEAST, DARKLING, ELEMENTAL, FAIREST, OGRE, or WIZENED. How did our time in Faerie shape us?
DARKLING, too long tortured, too long in the dark.

>Virtue:
Justice
>Vice;
GREED

>Location: Just where in the world are we?
Wales, spefically some odd town/village that nobody knows about really.

Class, lots and lots of Class.

Storyteller 2012/01/25(Wed)15:15 No. 382162 ID: 7c01a6
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Yes, yes, it’s all coming back to me. It’s going to be a slow process, though. I remember my name, though. Luth, Luth Arkynd. Very odd and strange name, the other girls at the finishing school used to make fun of it. I, however, thought it was rather unique. It was the height of the Industrial Revolution and the power of the British Empire when I met a man that would later marry me at a society party. Bored, I tried my hand at a bit of cross-dressing and gambling, and found both to be to my liking.
It was at an underground gambling ring in London where I would meet my Keeper. That odious, corpulent thing that he is. It was a private game, just he and I. Loss after loss after loss, I kept going until I bet my very life on a final hand. He, of course, won. With that, he took me to his dark world called Faerie where I would live in darkness and fear for Lord knows how long…

>Character Info, part 2

>Kith: Pick one of the following Kiths. These will dictate our fae appearance and our innate supernatural abilities.
>>ANTIQUARIAN: Collectors of forbidden lore, often having papery skin and marked with strange runes. They gain benefits to knowledge and investigation, as well as the ability to spend glamour for knowledge on just about anything.
>>GRAVEWRIGHT: Those with an affinity for the dead. They look like death itself. And can spend Glamour to see ghosts.
>>LEECHFINGER: Fae vampires with a taste for blood and the ability to suck the life out of things. They are often pale and vampire like.
>>MIRRORSKIN: Shapechanging creatures with the ability to mimic others perfectly. Often look like they’re made of mirrors and reflective things.
>>TUNNELGRUB: Those that were subjected to harsh mining in Faerie find themselves able to move out of tight places easily by spending Glamour and often take the traits of worms and cave dwellers.
>>LURKGLIDER: Gargoyle-like in that they often have stony skin and little wings on their backs. These wings can assist in gliding for quite the distance.
>>MOONBORN: Often bright and white like the moon itself, Moonborn can inflict dire lunacy onto others, especially when they’re already insane.
>>NIGHTSINGER: The eerie music at night or the devil at the crossroads, Nightsingers find it easy to infuse Glamour into their music with abilities that stupefy those that listen.
>>PALEWRAITH: Those that were forgotten in the darkness that have become darkness itself. When in the dark, they can easily dodge attacks from both guns and melee alike.
>>RAZORHAND: Born out of the fear of nighttime violence, the Razorhands can spend Glamour to turn their very hands into lethal knives.
>>WHISPERWISP: Those used as spies for their Keepers were ‘gifted’ with supernatural prowess in being able to read people and lie. They can also spend Glamour to send a whispered message across the room.
>ONE free specialty in the areas of either ATHLETICS, BRAWL, or STEALTH.

>WYRD: 1
>GLAMOUR CURRENT/MAX: 5/10

>CONTRACTS: Currently, we have just the Contracts of DARKNESS at level 2. This affords us the ability to…
>Eat away at someone’s resistance to fear and intimidation for one Glamour, or a small crowd for two and a point of Willpower.
>Enhance the darkness around us for a point of Glamour, making it tough for us to be seen by others.
>We have three other dots open, which will be filled as we progress toward finding out just what’s up with us in our first steps back into the mortal world.

>Flaws: Gambling Addiction and Anachronism.

Kith: ANTIQUARIAN
Specialty :ATHLETICS

Tempted to boost our talky with Whisperwisp
but...
>>382172
I'm ok with this.

Storyteller 2012/01/25(Wed)17:41 No. 382211 ID: 7c01a6
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Regaining my senses, I looked back in the puddle to see what had frightened me so. My reflection in the murky water sent a chill down my spine and caused me to flush with embarrassment.
The face looked just like mine. The girl in the water could have barely been in her mid-twenties. What struck me as a mark of her time in Faerie were the words inscribed into her skin that formed strange looking, almost foreign syllables on her skin in a bright blue color. These scar-runes littered her exposed skin, from her head to her uncovered toes.
When I realized that this was me, I panicked. I was out in public in what could hardly be described as clothes. I was wearing rags, things that barely covered my midsection and nether regions, with my arms, thighs, legs, ankles, and neck exposed to the world. If anyone saw me now, I’d be the laughing stock of the entire Empire! ‘Oh look, its Luth!’ they’d say! ‘Not only does she have a strange name, she’s also an exhibitionist pervert!’ I scramble deeper into the darkness of the alley, the runes glowing only slightly in the dark.
In the dark, I begin to root through the bag of items I brought with me. Inside is this blue crystal orb that my Keeper would consult, he called it the Orb of Infinite Psyche. All he would do is put it around his neck and begin conversing with himself. I slipped the thing around my neck and began to think.

Hello orb? Can you help me? I’m in some unfamiliar alleyway and indecent. I need help, and quickly!

>>382211
"We're sick of you, you pile of pus, I'm not one of the ones who ever wanted to help you, said it was a bad idea...

Oh, you aren't him... you seem afraid. We are always pleased to help a damsel in distress. We know things, see things, you could do with a name to mask your name to begin with,if you don't have one already, girl. So, poor lost soul, what do you ask of us?"

>>382211
Of course we can help. We can always help. But you've been around long enough to know that nothing is free, and there's always a price... what will you offer us in exchange for our aid?

I very nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the orb respond to me. I thought for sure that my Keeper was doing his best to keep me confused and addled.

”Oh sweet little orb, I’ll offer you a place around my neck and will most assuredly heed your advice. Within reason, of course. Right now, all I really need right now is some clothes! I cannot go around almost naked in polite society, after all.”

Sure you can! Just claim clothing is against your religion and run like hell when they eventually call the police.

"Welp, bin searching time for you meh'dear! somebody's bound to have thrown out some colthes, get looking girl! Oh and just a warning, you are no longer in your own time... the ages march foward, and things stay the same but wear different masks...
You are in an age of decadence"

Sounds like a good deal to me. Ok, things you should know about us. We are a multi-dimensional collective so we have a lot of past experience and creativity, but probably know little about this world, so be prepared for lots of questions. Knowledge is power for us.

Word of warning many of the Voices are stupid, insane, or perverted. Lots of perverted Voices actually. So be prepared for that.

As for your current problem, whats nearby that would have clothes or other useful supplies?

>>382221
Will most assuredly heed our advice, within reason... a dubious and tentative offering, but acceptable for now. Seal the bargain in the way of your kind, that you will suffer if your word is broken and our advice will favor you, and let it be done.

Well it is quite a nice neck~

Anyway, Discarded clothes also have the advantage of making you look like a beggar, which can be useful because many people will actively try not to notice you.

>>382226
”But, but! Nudity and running around naked are sins! These are things that just simply aren’t done in the civilized world!”
>>382229
”It’s no longer the Year of Our Lord 1882?”
>>382231
”This is why I added the ‘in reason’ bit. If this is truly the future, then I’m probably going to have to do things to blend in that will most likely offend my lady-like sensibilities.”
>>382234
”And I swear to up hold our agreement, lest my true name be sullied.”
>>382237
”I’m on it. Though, I could do without the comments about my neckflesh. And I feel that dressing up as a vagrant is far more preferable to the embarrassing alterative.”

I root around in the nearby cans for a time. Inside I find a discarded pair of men’s trousers, a fop’s blouse, and what looks like several old blankets, each one smelling like moth balls and the garbage I pulled them out of.
The pants are several sizes too big on me, though the fop’s clothing is simply quite divine. I manage to create a makeshift cloak with the blankets, leaving the blue orb on the outside.
Inside the bag of things, I have a deck of playing cards, several bits of old jewlery I stole back from my Keeper, and a few books taken from his private study, of which I was the keeper of his near infinite library during my servitude.

“Where to now?”

>Nudity and running around naked are sins!
Nudity is not sinful, Adam and Eve walked around nude. Its more a case of intent, I.E. using nudity to seduce someone, looking on anothers body with lust, etc. However being nude for practical reasons isn't sinful at all, Peter fished nude for example.
>These are things that just simply aren’t done in the civilized world
This on the other hand is a argument I can get behind.
>”It’s no longer the Year of Our Lord 1882?”
Its a little more than a hundred years past that, 2012.
>“Where to now?”
Depends on where you are, What streets/buildings are around?
This is probably a stupid question but is the jewelry magic? Because if not then theres little harm in finding a place to hock it and make some quick money.

Yes unless they have magical potential jewelry is best converted to cash. Of course I suggest first wandering around getting used to the sights of the modern world.

Be wary for there are those who will attack a lone woman. I suggest instead of holding all that jewelry in the sack you find places to hide it on your person so if you are attacked its all not in one place.

Maybe find beggers that you resemble to ask questions. Such as where to find the pawnshops and places to eat for free/cheap.

>>382286
that's assume this world is set to modern day. it could be a few years behind or ahead, or an entirely different timeline rendering the date useless, we need more information. for now i would suggest finding somewhere where you can watch the street without being seen, we need to try and figure out just how advanced the local tech is before we do anything else.

You should probably conceal us in some way; a vagrant wearing jewelry might raise questions, and being hidden would make us slightly less likely to attract unwanted attention from people who can recognize magic items.

I investigate the jewelry a bit more. I have a pair of rings, a necklace, and what looks like a pair of earrings. Each one is crafted from gold and silver and studded with large jewels. The rings have a large, multi-faceted stone, one ruby and the other a sapphire, while the necklace holds an onyx and coral image of a tree. The earrings have large dangling parts, each one an intricate lattice work of gold and many colored gems. What strikes me as strange is that the sapphire ring seems to have images dancing inside the gem, almost as if I’m looking at the sea. Everything else looks normal, if not very expensive. I stash them back into the bag and stow the bag underneath my cloak.
A few cautious steps and then I am out of the alleyway. In retrospect, I should have fashioned some sort of foot coverings out of the materials I had gathered. Luckily, it’s a cool spring evening (I guess). The world beyond the alley resembles the main street of some quiet, rural village at night time. The road is paved over and the few street lights look to be running on something other than gas as the light provided by them is even and doesn’t flicker with a light breeze.
It has to be late at night. None of the shops are open; though some of their in window advertisements are strange. “Lowest prices on 2012 model year mattresses,” one says. Perhaps that orb was right and this is the future. I may have trouble with the date, but I was the best in the finishing school at mathematics! I breathe on the window pane and do some quick mathematics. I was born in 1886 and was twenty six years old before that game; therefore, I was taken in 1912. If it is indeed the year 2012, then I’ve been gone for a hundred years, give or take a few months. Oh dear. This is troubling news indeed. Just how much have I missed in that time?

>>382292
>>382338
I tuck away the Orb of Infinite Psyche. Hopefully, I can get back home to London, or at least find out where I am soon enough.
After wandering and taking in the sights, I spy a group of three youths loitering in front of what looks like the local public house. Their group consists of two men and one woman. The way they are all dress is downright appalling! All three are wearing some kind of leather waistcoats with the woman brazenly displaying her midsection to the others and wearing some sort of tiny skirt and fish netting on her legs! The men have some sort of trousers and fabric undershirts on, one black with white writing and designs on it and the other is just white with no sleeves. What sort of respectable persons go out at night in their underclothes!? I ask you!
Should I ask these deviants for help or no?

>>382352
Modesty and and other related social values have changed a significantly in the last hundred years,
your sensible early 20th century values would be considered exceptionally prudish by their standards. Not that I'm calling you prudish.

In any case, having a barefoot woman covered in glowing runes and wearing a blanket-cloak walk up to them and ask what city they are in would be seriously weird to them, so it might be best avoid them.
Also, we need to set up some goals here, such as find shoes, find a map, find someplace to sleep and some way to disguise your otherworldly markings.

>>382367
Alright, I shall duck into this alley and go around them the long way. Hopefully, the caretakers of this side street keep it free from debris that might otherwise injure my feet.
The alley is pretty dark, which is quite advantageous to myself for hiding if they happened to have noticed me on the way in, but I cannot quite see where I’m going. Just have to be careful is all…

>Storyteller rolled the dice for Luth! 7, 7, 4, 1.
>Storyteller rolled the dice for Street Youths! 9, 5, 4, 4.

And I am not careful enough. I trip over something, likely stubbing my toe in the process, and go sailing into a cluster of garbage cans. The cans fall over to the ground with a clatter, the lids going everywhere and causing the worst kind of racket. I’m dazed for a second before I hear someone talking, a boy’s voice.

“Oi, what’s goin’ on over ‘ere?” he says at the mouth of the alley. He looks like the boy in the leather with the black undershirt on.

Stay hidden, but make a meowing noise. Cats get into trash cans all the time.

>382578
A wonderful idea. Let us hope he buys it.

>Storyteller rolls the dice for Luth! 9, 8. Two Successes.
>Storyteller rolls the dice for Street Youth! 2, 10, 6, 9. Two Successes, one Reroll. 9. Three total Successes.
(On the result of a 10, a die may be re-rolled to acquire more successes. A success is a roll of 8, 9, or 10.)

I do my best impression of a cat. ”Meow.” I hope it works.

“That’s possibly da worst cat impression oi’ve ever ‘eard,” the youth says. “Ya hurt bad dere or somefin’?”

Curses. Perhaps my repertoire of animal noises could be use some work. He seems legitimately concerned about me possibly being injured or not. Perhaps we should rethink talking to this fellow?

Tell him you aren't injured, but very embarrassed.

A (girl)friend from work invited you to a costume party. You met a guy, very charming, and were already a little bit too much merry. When he invited you to continue elsewhere with his party, which included some other woman, you accepted. Unfortunately things went south rather fast after the cabriolet drive sobered you up. Your costume is damaged, you are unsure where the group brought you and you'd prefer if you could prevent this getting back to anyone you know.

That should explain your look, why you hid and are reluctant to come out now and might invoke sympathy.

Sigh, and say you aren't hurt, just a bit lost. You aren't sure where you are, and aren't even wearing your own clothes! You're quite embarrassed and were trying to get back home without being noticed by anyone.

Also, say that your friends are dicks. He will assume that you were out partying and they ditched you.

“I do apologize for the deception, sir,” I say to the man after a sigh and pouring on the charm. “I was out at a masquerade party with friends and found myself stranded without friends or my proper attire. My ensemble was damaged in a scuff with a gentleman after he and I had a disagreement on returning to his home for a tryst with himself and another woman. This is all quite embarrassing…”

[I]“Oi’ll say this, ya need ta get yerself some new friends, miss,” he replies. Success! “How’s about ya stop playin’ in da trash n’ we can get ya squared away, hm?”

>Luth’s skill with proper lies has paid off!

So far, I feel that this encounter is going a lot better than it could have gone. I pick myself up from the cans and trash, shaking my makeshift cloak off and get a better look at the youth. Though dressed as if he were turning in for the night in the privacy of his own home, he’s rather handsome. In a bizarre futuristic pervert sort of way. The only thing that irks me is that nose of his. I cannot quite place it, and it seems familiar. It is probably nothing, though.

“Some get up ya got there,” he says, scanning me. “Iffin’ oi din’t know betta, oi’d say yer dressed up as some ye olde wondera.”

“Yes, quite a disguise, is it not?” I respond. Time to play it cool and create an excuse for these markings. “I cannot wait to get the make-up off. This shade of blue has been bothering me all night.”

“Wot make-up, miss? Oi see nuffin’ but yer head n’ feets.”

What’s going on here? Can he not see these obvious glowing runes that litter my skin and face? I do believe something is amiss here…

oh right, the glamour, forgot about that. you will appear normal to most people as long as you have at least a little glamour(the thing that fuels your more magical powers) left. its not that hard for most magical forms of detection to see through but it should fool most mundane humans.

"How odd, I suppose it must have rubbed off at some point. Well that's one thing taken care of I suppose."

A noticeable nose you say? Well, you yourself have a nose that is quite striking. However unlikely it may be, this young man could be a descendant of a close relative of yours. Nawww, but that's silly, what are the chances?

You'd best find out what city or town you are in at least.

>>382795
That is how it works, eh? Perhaps I should spend some time once I’m home figuring out how best to utilize this Glamour and my supposed magical powers.

>>382842
"How odd, I suppose it must have rubbed off at some point. Well that's one thing taken care of I suppose." I tell him with reassurance.

My parents would always tell me that my nose was French while the rest of me was pure and loyal British. I was teased about it a bit at the finishing school, but I made it a point of pride and it has sort of stuck. It probably would be too much of a stretch to imagine that this street youth is related to me somehow. I did have a son in 1910, you know.

“If I may ask, what would be your name, my good sir?” I ask, “And where would this quaint village be?” [/i]

“The name’s Taylor Dixon, miss. And yer in Llanfar Caereinion in Wales,” the youth replies.

“Wales? How far north or south are we right now?”

“Smack dab in da middle, I’d think.”

Wonderful. That would mean that the closest city would be Birmingham and that is not a stone’s throw from London.

“How far to Birmingham from here?” I ask with hope in my eyes.

“Hour n’ a half, tops. Ya need a lift? Me n’ the rest o’ the boys were about ‘ead ‘ome after a smoke.”

Such a kind young man, this Taylor Dixon. He and I probably aren’t related, I surmise. A proper lady always takes her husband’s name. Should we go with him and his friends with whatever this lift thing is all about?

>>382842
Take it, lift refers to being taken somewhere in a machine that moves across land, you should find it interesting, such things are common to this age.

Thank the young man and accept, you are at least unlikely to be in danger from them, given your skills Milady.

Of course, if your son had a daughter... and it has been a century. That's 3-5 generations roughly. But that just means it all the more unlikely that such a feature would remain through the family line so... strikingly. Something to consider, anyway.

Accept his kind offer of course! He will be giving you a "lift" in a personal motorized vehicle. They have advanced quite a bit in the last hundred years, as well as become far more affordable.

>once I’m home
Remember you've been away a hundred years and you've been away because you lost games of chance till you put your life in the betting pool. Even if your home is still around, it will have changed. There is also the issue your Keeper most likely won it before you bet your life. I don't know the chances of the Keeper still having it, but it is likely he collected on that debt, too.

So accept the lift, but be very careful when you approach your old home. It might be better to not go directly home.

oh we should probably tell you something, this is probably unpleasant to hear but no one knows you went missing. standard policy for when a member of the gentry snatches someone is to use a bit of there soul and shadow to make a copy called a fetch. its been a hundred years so its probably not relevant but if you run into some of your descendants it might come up.

Since true names are power, we need to think up an alias to go by.

How about... Vivian Grant?

>>382856
>>382860
>>382877
Ah, an automobile. Such things were only the luxuries of the rich when I was a girl. How far have such things developed in a century? Last one I saw was a carriage that was retrofitted with a motor. I bet it’s much better now.

>>382860
Hm. It could be possible that the name was lost in the following generations… I suppose I’ll have to look into such things and find if I have any great-great-grandchildren to reconnect with.

>>383028
>>382877
It would be impossible. The only thing I snuck out with was a bundle of cash, some jewelry, and a change of ladies clothes the night I lost, the cash and jewels coming from previous winnings and whatever my husband would give to me. At least, I hope it is not impossible. It could have been sold after so long.
This alternate me that would have replaced me in my own home. Loved my husband and raised my child. She is thankfully dead by now, but I feel that I can count on that monster leaving something that would last forever just to spite me if I escaped.

>>383106
“So miss, now that ya know me, wot’s yer name?” Taylor asks me. Perhaps a false name would be a good idea. The name Vivian reminds me of a girl that I went to the finishing school with. The girl was a nightmare. She had this God-awful laugh and a horse’s face, and she would always pick on me and some of the other girls for being part of the nuevo riche that came into money by owning factories. I’ll strive to keep it in mind, but I probably will not use it.

>>383300

Use the name Lucy. It's close to Luth, and a common name.

Lucy Carlson.

Normal and not too far off from your own name. We can pick a different name later, if you wish. :)

The point of a alias is for it to be different than your real name.
Would someone ever guess that Mark Twain's real name was Samuel Clemens? Of course not, now if he went by Sammy Cooke on the other hand..

>The point of a alias is for it to be different than your real name.
But as with everything you should be mindful of 'too much of a good thing'. Or 'every medicine is a poison, only dosage makes the difference'.
>Would someone ever guess that Mark Twain's real name was Samuel Clemens? Of course not, now if he went by Sammy Cooke on the other hand..
They wouldn't guess he was Samuel Clemens either because he would react promptly and properly to the name. Nobody would suspect from his reaction that wasn't his name. But if he isn't used to using the alias Mark Twain, lots of people would guess Mark Twain wasn't his real name. Some of them would look for his real name and find Samuel Clemens.


Unless Luth is a very good actor, always reacting promptly to her alias and not at all reacting to her proper name, the alias at the very least discovered to be an alias very fast. Lucy's social is only average so discovery is likely and she isn't very good at deflecting an inquiry on her name.

Lucy is close enough. Lucina, Lucille, Lucina are other candidates. Even better though would be going by two first names, like Elizabeth 'Lucy' Lucinda a double given name, like Lucy-Anne. Either can explain why Luth reacts to Luth and is close enough that Luth will not have to think to react to the name.

Similar with the last name. Go for something like Markwall or Harkness.

When identifying yourself, use phrases like 'I am called ...' or 'Call me ...'. That avoids a lie check for one. For another we don't know the rules here. Using 'My Name is ...' might create a weak association between your alias and yourself.

>They wouldn't guess he was Samuel Clemens either because he would react promptly and properly to the name.
If everyone calls you Mark then you're going to react accordingly when someone says Mark, Its not a matter of acting its a matter of conditioning.
>Nobody would suspect from his reaction that wasn't his name.
Seriously do you think Mark Twain reacted suspiciously when people said his name?
>But if he isn't used to using the alias Mark Twain, lots of people would guess Mark Twain wasn't his real name.
No they wouldn't, even today plenty of people think it was his real name.
>Some of them would look for his real name and find Samuel Clemens.
And they are somehow going to have a harder time finding out someones name is Samuel if they go by Sammy?

You are focusing on the Mark Twain bit a bit much.

>If everyone calls you Mark then you're going to react accordingly when someone says Mark, Its not a matter of acting its a matter of conditioning.
And Luth has been conditioned for which name? Additionally the alias is supposedly something Mark Twain has heard and listened for during his earlier life on the river.
>Seriously do you think Mark Twain reacted suspiciously when people said his name?
No, he was already used to it. Luth isn't. If you want something that doesn't sound similar to Luth, suggest something else. If you can give a reasoning why Luth would be used to be listening for it, I'll support your suggestion.
>And they are somehow going to have a harder time finding out someones name is Samuel if they go by Sammy?
Sammy is admittedly close. But he might also be a Samson or a straight Sam. My point is they won't go looking in the first place.
People will notice if they call Luth a name she claimed hers, say Rebecca, but there isn't any recognition in her face and it takes an awkward moment of them looking at her till she remembers they are meaning her. Or somebody on the street calling after Luth using the alias and Luth completely ignores them. I think her Social Attribute just isn't good enough to avoid those kind of social slip ups. Going with a similar sounding but different name avoids that issue.

>You are focusing on the Mark Twain bit a bit much.
The point is that people, be they crooks or spies or whatever, who adopt a new name don't have difficultly with people calling them by that name.
You're being stupid. I don't know where you got the idea but it has nothing to do with reality.

>>384245
>The point is that people, be they crooks or spies or whatever, who adopt a new name don't have difficultly with people calling them by that name.
As someone who recently drastically changed the name that they were going by, I have to say that it isn't as easy as you seem to think it is. Yes, I react to the right name, but abnormally slow sometimes, and definitely not as quickly as I react to my old name.
Granted, I'm not a crook or a spy, but still.
Regardless, the insult to 057cd0 wasn't called for.