Contrejour

2018-01-12T15:23:03Z

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{{PC
|name=Contrejour Libertaire
|status=a
|race=Tailey and Scaley
|gender=Bender
|guild=Moonlight Manipulator
|instance=Prime
|relat=Contraire family
}}

Contrejour

2018-01-12T15:15:39Z

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Charlize

2018-01-08T00:23:15Z

RINNI: /* Prampus VonGruss: A Holiday Bedtime Story by Charlinski DeVonder */

{{PC
|name=Charlize Dejacque
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
|relat=Church of Aldauth, Contraire family, Maxwelinski
}}
== Kindling ==

A lone raven passes over an expanse of dense forestry. Her last memory was an Elven one and she certainly could not fly. "I must have died" she thought as she soared higher, "I suppose if this is death it isn't so bad". By the time she finished her thought, an arrow had let fly from the trees below, piercing her through the heart. She spun violently towards the ground, losing consciousness before disappearing among the evergreen trees. A lone wolf howls in the distance.

"Wake up", a voice whispered. A tiny female Elf opens her eyes slowly, taking note of her surroundings. Dirt caked her face and dried leaves fell from her long blonde hair as she sat up. Was that a dream? How long had she been here? She started picking the remaining debris from her clothes and hair.

As she did so she noticed a fresh mound of disturbed soil nearby. Curious, she began digging with her hands. Her fingers finally reached something solid and she pulled it out of the shallow hole, blowing the dust off the top. It was her old chestnut lunchbox. The paint was peeled but the detailed carvings remained, revealing the faces of her old family members.

She thought she had buried the lunchbox forever. Still not sure how she got here, or why, something moved behind her. Out of the corner of her eye was something at first resembling a hummingbird. The buzzing of small fast moving wings passed her ear until floating in front of her was a tiny fae. An image of Huldah flashed in her mind, causing her to start and blink. The fae was already gone. She felt like she could lay down and go back to sleep.

A loud crash and branches breaking snapped her out of the trance she was in. She turned around and walked towards it, feeling like she had nothing left to lose if she found something dangerous. She came upon a small bonfire in a familiar grove. Two people, and Elf and a Rakash, were dragging a dying tree towards a stump where they'd been chopping wood with an axe. Suddenly aware of the fact that she had weapons on her, but hadn't used them in years, she felt uneasy... until a voice called out "Hey! It's Charlize!".

A sigh of relief escaped her when she realized it was her old friends Maxwelinski and Jalika. They came running towards her with hugs and Jalika quickly produced some sort of tea out of thin air and handed it to her. "Come warm up by the fire", Jalika said. Charlize sat down on a log and crossed her legs in front of her. Before she knew it Max was next to her, with his head on her shoulder, his own cup of tea in hand. "I've missed you", she said. "I've missed you too", he replied.

Sitting around the fire and catching up, they heard a commotion on the main road. The festival was starting. Everyone stood up to go, and she realized she felt lightheaded. Perhaps something was in the tea and she shot Jalika an inquisitive look, who just smiled and shrugged, not giving an answer either way.

Maxwelinski offered to show Charlize around the spider. She said as long as it wasn't a date, and he made a quip about making her fall in love with him. The enchanted frost that crept along her arms while drawing on life mana felt present now in her heart, and she told him that would be doubtful.

Arriving at the spider, they stood there in silence, quickly realizing the air was pungeunt outside any of the shops or vendor's stalls. Light-headed and high on the noxious fumes, caught up in a whirlwind of shopping and games, encouraging each other's bad life decisions, little did she know they would end up eloping by the end of the week.

While browsing, the two friends had purchased a small black diary that they started to fill with memories and little notes, writing back and forth when they could not be together. Amorous musings led to deeper conversations about philosophy and life, revealing a shared passion for the liberation of Siksraja.

They decided to honeymoon in Mer'Kresh where they spent a week lounging together on the library balcony, watching the sun rise and set over the Reshalian sea as they studied the history of a culture that freed itself from oppression and racial tensions. Contradicting her vegan ways, she made him his favorite type of eggs every morning, a secret recipe from their days with the church and enhanced by her lessons from the '''[[Handbook_of_Hygienic_Housekeeping_(book)|Handbook of Hygienic Housekeeping by Maudie Prudynce]]'''.

She also learned how to keep bedding fresh and springy using beech leaves, properly cure a hangover with little more than salt and fresh air, and plump her eyelashes by crushing burnt cloves into a fine powder.

Eager to get back and share the manifesto they were creating with friends and family, they boarded the airship and headed home. The next morning, over his daily breakfast of unusual looking eggs, she noticed he had a small bottle sitting next to him and asked what was in it. He only had to wink and she went to grab her old lunchbox, now covered in dried soapy rings where some bubbles had landed and popped the night before.

== New Gweth Who Dis ==

You see Charlize Dejacque, an Elf.

Charlize has a fierce, untamed look to her that reminds you of a predatory animal.

Her forearm has a tattoo of a voluptuous woman in a suggestive pose.

She is wearing a feral fae earcuff with adorable wide eyes, a thick fleece-lined silverweave cloak with a deeply cowled hood, some dusky smuggler's robes belted with intertwined bloodlace and night diamonds, a tightly laced steelsilk bustier with snowy lace trim along the seams, a snowy white shadesatin gown with a feathery black gold overlay, a sleek bloodlace-wrapped parry stick with whisperlayne lashings, a dainty silversteel wedding ring displaying a beautiful heartstone, an instrument pick carved to resemble a snowflake, a small steel knife and some fur-lined thigh boots clasped with Zeltfish-bone hooks.

She was born on the 28th day of the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Emerald Dolphin, 306 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

She and Maxwelinski affirmed their vows before the gods in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Emerald Dolphin, 425.

Formerly Known As: [[Church of Aldauth|Charlize Vonderfecht]], [[Contraire family|Charlize Contraire]]

Vonderfecht Crest: a pirate's flag unfurling from the stem of a jungle lily

Contraire Crest: A lime green shield emblazoned with turkey leg and a mug of beer

Other family members: [[Annieka|Annieka Dejacque]], [[Contrejour|Contrejour Dejacque]], Ruven Dejacque, Dresna Dejacque, Adlyn Dejacque

== Lil Inski Fae ==

A giggle like tiny crystal bells fills the air as your fae earcuff releases your ear, fluttering her wings to remain nearby. The gentle breeze leaves you feeling a little bit better, just enough to offset the pinch as she bites down on your flesh again.

== Merry Ratufihen Rihidalo ~ With Love, The Inskis ==

[Chris' Mass, A Card]

Thick snow blankets a large hill at the edge of the forest, the large mound sloping at a steep angle. Numerous tracks mark a path upward, following the edge of a long area of snow packed tightly by the passing of numerous sleds. Sheets of ice dot the ground in several places, making the hillside even more treacherous -- or more fun, depending on the point of view.

You also see a carved ice tree, a carved ice fae, a carved ice Elf, a carved ice Rakash, a carved ice throne, and a carved ice castle.

Also here: Snowbeast Tamer Charlize and Snowbeast Tamer Maxwelinski.

Obvious paths: east, south, up.

== Prampus VonGruss: A Holiday Bedtime Story by Charlinski DeVonder ==

Having escaped the Town Guards, a Rakash man and Elven woman once found themselves in an alleyway adjacent an orphanage and a tie-dyed canvas canopy. The tent seemed the obvious choice to duck into without anyone asking questions, so they did. Walking into a room full of wide eyed students there was an abrupt silence. A child spoke up to say, "Oh, it's not even Dumezyl." Kids of all races, dressed in raggy clothing, went back to sitting restlessly and throwing origami dirigibles at each other.

The couple gave each other a long look. They were dismayed. Not a single student was studying. All goofing off, misbehaving. And just before Chris’ Mass! The couple decided to teach these kids a lesson. Thus began the evening the kids of Zoluren would learn the horrifying story of Prampus. They gathered the children in a circle and began:

“Prampus was a Prydaen, like Sonte Claws, except much darker. He had nightmare black fur, beady red eyes, and the sharpest pointiest teeth of any Prydaen in the lands. He wore a pair of goat horns on his forehead, and a single shoe styled to look like a black stallion's hoof.”

A few disobedient children laughed as the story continued, but soon their mirth faded. They grew silent and listened on. This was a story with implications for the naughtiest among them. For the couple continued, explaining that to the children of the Air School that day, that Prampus would come to their very school that night. The night before Chris’ Mass was about to start.

“This, children, is what is known as the Prampusnacht,” said the woman. The man said the word loudly with her, startling some of the kids, making them jump in their seats. “For the bad among you, Prampus comes with a large enchanted stick. He carries a basket of apples, to lure you. A stick, to whip you with. And for the worst, he commands a snaer hafwa, to chill your souls.”

“Prampus knows if you have been bad or good. When you take an apple, if you have been good boys and girls, he will send you on your way. Else you will find yourself on the receiving end of his stick. Children, if Prampus hits you with this stick, your features will distort and become ugly instantly!” A little girl in the back began to cry. The Rakash man nudged her. “Too much,” he whispered. She shrugged.

A boisterous, brave boy stood up suddenly. “I ain’t afraid ah nuh Prampus!” he shouted, “Prampus prolly ain’t even real!” The couple gave each other a glance, stifling a smile and a laugh as they realized their frightening story wouldn’t work on some of the young delinquents. Some would see right through it. Indeed, such a fanciful tale had to be made up, didn’t it? Of course it did. They had just made it up on the spot to frighten the children.

The next day, the day of Chris’ Mass, they passed by the same orphanage and down the alley adjacent the Air School. Curiously, a number of children they recognized from the previous day were eating apples. And then they heard a sobbing noise from inside. As they passed under the canopy, they followed the sobs to a nook. It was the brave boy, not so brave now. Bawling. As he turned, what they saw horrified them.

The Elf let out a gasp, her heart jumped in her chest and she turned away toward her partner so as not to look any longer. Before them the boy gazed up, tears running down what was now a completely different, hideously ugly, face. The man let out a high-pitched squeal and they turned, running out of the school as fast as they could.

The boy would recover, his face healed. He eventually began to claim that he had been in an unfortunate caravan accident. But the couple, as well as the children of Dumezyl’s open school outside of the orphanage, knew the truth.

== Fear and Loathing in Mer'Kresh ==

Maxwelinski just butted his head against some iron bars, looking for all the world like a ram attacking a paladin.

You hit your head soundly against some iron bars.

Maxwelinski's song comes to an end.

You are still stunned.

Diwitt grasps your ears and returns your kiss with slobbery enthusiasm, leaving you with the taste of stale tobacco and rum in your mouth.

As you reach towards Registrar Lokrain, he pulls out a wooden ruler and swats the back of your hand! "Mind your manners! I didn't get where I am today by putting up with such shenanigans!", he exclaims.

The celpeze hatchling stares at your fingers and hisses -- perhaps anticipating a treat other than a boring familiar biscuit.

The bookcase contains such titles as: "Cooking with FireShard", "Magic in the Kitchen", "15 Easy Needlepoint Arcane Symbol Patterns", "Kort in Cooking" and "Love Potions: Belradi in the Bedroom" ... but not a single reference on warrior mage lore.

== Mad Max: Staho Pivo'hrr'schu'Mus ==

'''In a world, where the weakest ones can change change the faith of their nation'''

A bull shark lunges through a spray of foam, its teeth bared in rage at Maxwelinski.

Maxwelinski leans back and hoists a bull shark into the air!

Maxwelinski's suplex smashes a bull shark into the ground, landing an awesome strike to a bull shark's right leg!
The bull shark is severely stunned!

You lean back and hoist a bull shark into the air!

Your suplex smashes a bull shark into the ground, landing a hard hit to a bull shark's chest!
The bull shark is lightly stunned!

'''Where the Gods themselves are being mocked by their people'''

You say, "Elf You Drogor!"

Moving skillfully, you bite your teeth at a bull shark. A bull shark fails to dodge. The teeth lands a good strike that lightly pierces the left forearm.
A bull shark gives a final lunge, its teeth snapping mere inches from your skin, then shudders and turns belly up, biting in vain at anything within reach until it ceases all movement.

'''A world of betrayal'''

[Underground Streams, Source]

You also see a small muddied box and a small muddied box labeled "ZaiBox Nine".

A few moments later...

[Underground Streams, Source]

You also see a small muddied box and a small muddied box labeled "Charlinski".

'''A world of pain'''

You twirl Maxwelinski around, suddenly pushing him down in a dramatic dip. In a combination of sweaty fingers and mistimed movements, you drop him on the floor. Uh oh! Think he will believe that's part of the dance step?

Maxwelinski performs his zills, clacking it annoyingly in your face.

'''Only one person will be able to bring the balance'''

You pull mightily on the oars, heading west.

Maxwelinski pulls (with almost no effect) on the oars, heading west.

''Follow our heroes on their trip towards an uncertain end''

'''THIS SPRING, STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT SEASON OF CHILDREN OF HULDAH'''

== Elfalicious- Confusion (The Remix) ==

Charlize recites:

"Uh, uh, check it out

Lil Boogle

425

To all the weasels in the place with style and grace

Allow me to lace these lyrical mixtures, in your whiskers"

Charlize recites:

"Who rock grooves and make moves with all the faeries

The back of the inn, sippin', is where you'll find me

The back of the inn, prayin', my crew's behind me

Mad question askin', Prydaen egg passin', music blastin'"

Charlize recites:

"Mischief sender, beartender

Believe me sweety he got enough drinks to serve the needy

No need to be greedy I got mad friends with caravans

smugglin contraband

Plats by the layers, true players

Jump on the ferry, come over, you'll wanna stay here"

Charlize recites:

"I love it when you call me big Huldah

To the weasels gettin' money playin' cats like dummies

Straight up honey really I'm askin'

Most of these faes think they be impin' but they be actin

In for a Huldah Surprise, let's see whats inside"

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Maxwelinski

2018-01-08T00:21:37Z

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[[File:Dejacque_Heraldry_Alternate_Resized.png|thumb|right|Dejacque Heraldry: In Ore Mingentem]]

== Description ==

Maxwelinski Dejacque, a Rakash.
He has a classically chiseled face, reflective sage-green eyes and a fine straight nose. His dark golden brown hair is short and perpetually disheveled, and is worn untamed. He has lightly bronzed skin and a lean, well-defined build. 

Maxwelinski Dejacque, a Rakash.
He has a compact and copiously wrinkled square face, reflective sage-green eyes and a pair of raised and rounded ears offset by a short and blunted muzzle. He has a fawn and white-chested coat with black masking, a stubby tail and a lean and well-defined build. 

== Family and Stuff ==
Maxwelinski has a horse named Horsewelinski and a babirusa.

And there are people, too. [[Charlize]] Dejacque, the beautiful wifinski. [[Contrejour]] Dejacque. Cousin-sister [[Annieka]] Dejacque, brother-cousin [[Ruven]] Dejacque (although his name links to Kaldar skirts, he is in fact a real person), aunt-sister [[Dresna]] Dejacque, sister-niece [[Adlyn]] Dejacque.

== The Story ==
[[File:Max_by_finnbar_tan.jpg|thumb|350px|right|Maxwelinski Dejacque, by [[Finnbar]] ]]
When a Rakash in his prime arrived in the province of Zoluren one day, no one noticed. It's a big province with a big city, The Crossing. If you had asked him where he came from, he might tell you he was raised by wolves. Yes, literal wolves. He insists. It isn't self-depreciating Rakash humor. That's his story.

Abandoned at the young age of 23, his cruel parents left him on a hill to die. Despite his cries - “Ma, Pa, No! I'll get a job!” - he was condemned to exposure. If not for a kindly pack of wolves, he may very well have died. For the next ten years his adopted family nourished him. He relied upon the teat of the wolf to survive. A mere babe.

He survived, but the wolves did not. It had been ten years, you know. They died of old age. Wolves don't live that long. It was 419 when he stumbled out of the forest and found himself on the Northern Trade Route.

Lacking education, skills and the ability to speak beyond rudimentary grunts he set out to make his fortune. He needed to make a living. Get that food. That wolf milk, if you will. He was hungry.

The first guild he came across was that of the Warrior Mages. There he met the big guy, Gauthus. The boss. He was about to introduce himself when Gauthus blurted something out.

“You like killin' things?!”

“W-what things?” Max was rattled.

“You know. Just anything. Killin' is fun.”

Being a Warrior Mage was not for him. Gauthus clearly had something wrong with him. Max left. And as he reflected on the multitude of Warrior Mages outside of the guild, foraging and braiding wild grasses into intricate and useful tools, he wondered how different they were from Gauthus inside. They seemed to be dedicated artisans.

He stumbled into the city of The Crossing, through it's famed Northeast Gate. It wasn't long before he was at the Paladins' Guild. There he met Verika Kennelworth, Paladin Representative. A Rakash, like himself.

“This guild is not for the weak of heart, it is not for the weakl…”

Katamba peaked over the horizon. They both fell to the ground, mid-speech, writhing. Max drooled a little. Moonskin. When he stood up, he and Verika gave each other that look. The morning look of a stranger in your bed. The look of a decision you immediately regret. Shame.

He turned and he walked right out the door, without saying another word. The Paladins weren't for him, either.

After a brief stroll up Magen Road he encountered the Empaths' Guild. He produced a delicate red bird from a small pocket. It wasn't moving. Prydaens lurked.

“Can anyone heal my bird?”

No one responded. He raised his bird high into the air for everyone to see. These Empaths didn't seem to care. He dropped the dead bird and went to leave. When he paused to look back he noticed a slim Prydaen snatch the dead bird up with a cat-like swipe, toss it into the air, and devour it in a few quick bites. All in a quick, practiced motion. Salvur Siksa pointed and laughed. This had happened before.

This Empaths weren't the guild for him, either. But they seemed less awkward than the Paladins.

Just as he stepped out the door, he saw a surprisingly short Elven girl head to the south. He moved to follow, seeing her enter the city's headquarters for the Barbarians' Guild. Then, a distraction.

“Pssssst. Wanna try a dusssk berry?”

A lizard-like creature hissed at him. It was a S'Kra Mur. The S'Kra had a black longcoat and was holding it open with one hand. Stitched into the lining were little pouches filled to the brim with assorted berries, fruits, stems, leaves, herbs and mushrooms. A few seemed to be in powdered form.

“What's a dusk berry?”

“Drop berriessss, not boltssss.”

Max shrugged. This was unintelligible. He took one anyway.

…

“Congratulations, Maxwelinski! You're ready to train for your next rank!” An old Bard was howling shrilly into his face. He winced at the sound. His head hurt. Reflexively he reached into the inner pocket of his coat, produced a small berry and popped it into his mouth.

“What rank is that?”

“Just keep playing instruments.” She frowned.

He stumbled out of the building, but immediately leaned up against the brick facade next to the door. His heart was beating fast. Panic. He rifled through his pockets. A passport to Velaka. Maxwelinski Dejacque. That sounded familiar. He relaxed. Now highly tolerant to the sedative effect of the dusk berry, he merely calmed the hell down. An Elf with the cutest freakin' nose came around the corner, walked up to him and held his hand. They stood silently, calmly. And he remembered.

It was the day the shady S'Kra had pulled him to the side. He had taken something. He heard music coming from a nearby building. It sounded like a bar. He sat down and ordered a drink. The barmaid lectured on and on about what he thought were Elven beers and Toggish grogs. He nodded sleepily and stared at her with a blank expression. His mind wandered to the surprisingly short Elf.

“Just sign here, here, and here if you want to JOIN.” The barmaid had a desperate, severe tone.

He signed, or rather he drew a crude X on the paper. He was taken aside to swear an oath. And then he was taught how to cast a magical spell.

In retrospect it ''was'' a lot of bureaucracy just to get a beer.

== Maxwelinski, starring in MAXWELINSKI, P.I. ==
[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg|thumb|180px|right]]
[[File:SaltCrabsAreDangerous.jpg|thumb|450px|right|(This used to be a beautiful picture of the sign in the Riverhaven salt yard until Isharon removed it for reasons. Imagine: cute salt crabs and fat guards.)]]

A light rain had just begun to patter down from above in the loose city known as the Crossing. I inhaled deeply on my stump cigar, wincing at the telltale odor of corpse. Three long years and they still haunted me. I looked up at the crude sketches on the wall. Likenesses of the missing Prydaens. All young. The trend of dressing little Prydaens as baby dolls had never fully disappeared, but this was something new.

All of a sudden I heard a knock at my faux flamewood door. The faux sungold plaque engraved “MAXWELINSKI, P.I.” tumbled to the door, faux mistglass shattering everywhere. I put down nine iron ashtrays I had been juggling, snuff my cigar into one of them and call out, “IT’S OPEN DAMNIT!”

This Cleric with an angular face walks into the room. He’s about the tallest drink of holy water I’ve ver seen this side of the Selgotha. He hangs his floating orb thing on my faux copperwood coat rack. His nose wrinkles up.

“It smells like smoke.”

I pull out a sky-blue imnera runestone and cast Zephyr. The smoke disperses.

He sits down in front of me and crosses his legs suggestively, adjusting his cassock. I can feel the blood rush to my ears, but I manage to keep a straight face. I see his anloral shrew pin. Kerenhappuch, typical.

“I have a job for you, Max,” he says. I bet you do, I think.

“And I have some information.”

This gets my attention. I can tell from his look that it’s about the missing Prydaens.

“But first,” he says curtly, “you must do something for me.” There’s the rub.

He slips a piece of parchment from his pouch and pushes it across my faux expensivewood desk. It looks like a child’s drawing of a blob man.

“Do you recognize it? This construct killed thirteen people at the Rangers’ Guild. Me, and my associates, want it. When you find it, call me.”

It looks like every single glass construct ever, but I nod assent. I look up at him, “How do I find you?”

“You’re a Rakash, aren’t you? Just howl.”

He stands up and goes for the door. He moves to jiggle the handle, turns and looks at me. We exchange glances. “You remember how to howl, don’t you?,” he asks, “You just put your lips together and go AAWWOOOO.”

== Eyewitness testimony of the umbral moth invasion of Boar Clan, as told to Maxwelinski by an umbral moth ==
[[File:Too_hot_for_dr.jpg|thumb|180px|right]]
[[File:Welcome_to_merkresh.jpg|thumb|650px|right|This was another super cute picture that I made. Imagine Mer'Kresh on stilts, covered in lizards and origami.]]
As early as I can remember, when I was but a pupa, my mother told me to watch out for the lights. No matter how pretty they look, just stay away from them. If someone offers you a light just say no. For most of my life I heeded this advice.

During the day I slept in the shade beneath large leaves or nestled in the camouflaging bark of a large dryad’s tree. At night I came out to drink the nectar of flowering plants with my freakishly long proboscis. Many times I looked up at the stars and felt a pull, an attraction. Those were lights. But they were too far away. I flirted with them, but I was safe.

During the twilight hours I awoke to find columns of people, caravans, headed toward a city. The road was lit with torches. I put this out of my mind and went about my job in the local ecosystem. As the night grew longer the light grew brighter. Light had all become concentrated in one area, visible toward the horizon. The pure dark of the night, the dark that lets you see stars unblemished, had become marred by a reddish-yellow haze.

Light pollution. That was it. It drew me to it like a reaver to samatak. Up to this point in my life I stayed out of trouble. I was a model moth. I had a beneficial symbiotic relationship with night-blooming flowers. I was the fauna, the flora was itself. I pollinated while I drank. My proboscis is also generously endowed by moth standards. You could say I was an exceptional moth.

I don’t remember the journey, only that I was in a city. Trees had been cut into logs, logs stacked to the height of at least three wingspans. All had been lit to produce massive, intoxicating, light-producing fires. Bipeds, Humans and Prydaens, their young, all gathered around.

When I flew closer to the fire, closer to the action, people began to panic. There was screaming. Swords were drawn. I felt hard metal slap against my delicate, powdery wings. I tried to extend my feelers, my furred little legs, even my proboscis. This was a sign of peace. I’d witnessed bipeds do with their own upper appendages.

The people had become hysterical. They were no longer in their right minds. Marty, the moth who lives in the closet of an abandoned farmhouse close to the tree I sleep in during the late spring, flew by just in time to see. I was trying to shake a flailing biped I had managed to secure in my six legs. I was pheromoning, “Biped, calm down! I’m not going to hurt you.” The biped was responding with loud auditory signals and chops from a hand axe.

Almost immediately the word got around to the other moths. The whole forest came to see the spectacle. And the rest is history.

== At The Necromancer Rally ==

A tiny Gnome straddled on the shoulders of a tall Kaldar adjusts her hat. After tinkering with a small, geared device she raises her hand and cues a Moon Mage a few yards away. The Mage, raising his arm, brings a shadewatch mirror into existence. The Gnome smiles and speaks into it:

“Hullo Zoluren! Welcome back to day three of live coverage at the Town Green. As you may know, two days ago controversy broke out when Necromancers descended en masse to protest the removal of a handwritten note by a Cleric. Since then all -heck- has broken loose between supporters of the Necromancers and their detractors!”

With a movement of his arm, the Mage rotates his mirror to capture the crowd. An assortment of adults dressed mostly in lace and dark eyeliner are bunched up in front of the pond. The lipopod has a dubious expression.

The Mage turns back to the Gnome newsperson:

“In just a moment we will hear an organizer of this rally, Evul McHateface, one of the leaders of the so-called “Perverse” faction, address the crowd.”

A tall lich, seemingly chinless, climbs upon a scaffold hastily manufactured from the bodies of fanatical followers. He pauses a moment to brush his Rakash-hide suit and adjust his Prydaen-tail tie. With each step new people dive forward underneath his feet. Finally he is elevated and easily visible above the crowd. He raises his hand and silence descends. A glass bottle lands at his feet with a lone “boo!”

“I come from a long line of Necromancers. My daddy was a Necromancer, his daddy and his daddy before that! They fought with Lyras in the War of Prydaen Aggression! And I tell you, I am PROUD to be a Necromancer! I am proud to stand before you today, here to fight for NECROMANCER CULTURE. Why, we built these provinces before those immigrants, those Rakash and Prydaens, descended upon us in an INVASION. By the way, the Rakash, they have low intelligence and wisdom, let me tell you about...”

A Cleric, having managed to unobtrusively climb on the stage, suddenly springs forth. He casts Fists of Faenella and hits the lich right in the face! A scuffle breaks out and the speech is temporarily disrupted. The shadewatch mirror turns back to the Gnome:

“Uh oh! We seem to have a little interruption. Let’s hope they get it worked out. Maybe we can talk to some of the crowd.”

The Gnome turns to a pudgy Human shuffling by. Bearing the signet of the Traders’ Guild, the Human seems to be panting with each step. He heaves forward with heavy pockets filled with coins on top of his own weight.

“Hullo sir! Did you come for the demonstrations?”

The Human Trader pauses to catch his breath before pulling out a cloth, wiping the residual blood of the peasantry from his hands as he responds,

“It’s all bad. All bad, I say! The Clerics are just as bad as the Necromancers! Both sides. All violence! BOTH SIDES, I say! And that little Cleric girl tearing down notes. Bad I say! That is PRIVATE PROPERTY!”

A strong gust of wind blows, dislodging the Trader’s orange muskrat fur toupee from his head. He manages to catch it between stubby fingers before finishing, “Now, excuse me. Excuse me, I say! I have a huge meeting with the Prince. My serfs have revolted and I need the guards to put those losers down!”

The Trader waddles off and attention turns back to the Gnome:

“There you have it, folks! Clerics just as bad as the Necromancers? I dunno! More on that later. We’re about to hear from Knobby VanDuplicitous, prominent figure in what has come to be known as the “Philosopher” faction of the Necromancers.”

A man with unnaturally white, even bone-white, teeth gives the crowd a big smile before starting:

“Friends let us unite! They call us Necromancers – but who gets to say what a Necromancer is anyway? Are you a Necromancer, am I? I don’t even know what the word means! I think they just call anyone they don’t like a Necromancer.”

Kobby produces a severed hand from his cloak and points one of its fingers accusingly at the crowd of Clerics gathered, “Is that it? You just call us Necromancers because you disagree. Well, I say you are the -real- Necromancers!” The crowd erupts in mixture of noise. He raises his voice and continues:

“And who gets to say Necromancy is even wrong, even if I am a Necromancer? Why, just the other day I saw a shop in Therengia sell a cupcake to Rakash. What if I don’t like that? How is me not liking that any different from some people not liking Necromancy!” More noise. The crowd grows increasingly hostile. He continues:

“And what of burning our notes? We have a right to post our opinions in Prydaen blood ink penned on their fresh hides. Where has the TOLERANCE of the Gods gone now! Why do Clerics hate FREE SPEECH?” He punctuates every point with a jab of the severed hand he is holding, splattering the row closest to him with drops of blood. A few in the crowd have begun to forage branches, piling them and starting little fires. A nervous-looking Trader pushes his way through the Necromancer side of the crowd. He seems to be selling frozen peaches on sticks.

It isn’t long before one of those delicious but hard frozen treats is hurled and a melee breaks out. The Gnome makes a hasty gesture at the Moon Mage. The Mage quickly opens up a moongate and the three-person crew duck through. The Gnome peeks her head out to deliver a closing, “Stay tuned folks! Next up, our coverage of the war with North Therengia. Why -ever- do they hate us!” She ducks back through the moongate and it closes behind her.

== Assorted songskis for your enjoyment ==

==== Prydaens of Ilithi ====
<pre>It’s a song about Prydaens,
Meow, meow, meow!
Ilithian Prydaens,
Raw food chow!

When the Prydaens came to Shard,
They pattered right on in.
On itty-bitty Prydaen paws,
These teachers-of-the-kin.

It’s a song about Prydaens,
It’s so sickeningly sweet!
Shard-dwelling Prydaens
I say, eating up raw meat!

When the Elotheans saw the Prydaens,
They were jealous of their hair,
And Prydaens lived in fear a time
They couldn’t go nowhere.

And then they passed a law,
Prydaen hunting banned!
No more Prydaen fur toupees,
And no more Prydaen ashtray hands!

When the Prydaens came to Shard;
The lands became humane,
Elotheans were no longer seen,
As thieves of Prydaen mane

When the Prydaens met the Elves,
They got along real sweet!
The Elves got the choicest parts
The Prydaens ate raw meat!

And the tradition,
It continued to this day,
The Elves at their tables,
Prydaens below at play!

And Prydaens they did mingle,
With every Ilithic race!
And had the kin that they pleased,
In each and every place!

And so they all ate raw meat,
To this very day,
So have a bite of something raw
It’s the Pry-Ilithic way!

So says Pry d’Ann the Bard,
So just you listen close
Pick some raw food off the floor
Then pop it down your throat!
</pre>

==== The Therengian Wedding Duel ====
<pre>
The Therengian wedding duel!
The nobl’st of customs.
The woman not allowed to speak,
just watch the men and trust ‘em.

The Therengian view on girls,
Is quite traditional.
A Therengian girl’s rights you see,
are quite conditional.

The man he does not ask the lass,
He goes straight to the pops
And if he kisses something crass
The pops lets him set up shop

Because the Therengian man believes
That it’s somewhat fatherly.
And that a romantic thing to see
Is women sold like property!

The Therengian wedding duel!
A Theren man selects a Theren bride.
The woman cannot run or flee,
There’s nowhere she can hide.

And if a Theren dad says no;
And he makes a fuss;
They can have a violent row,
The winner considered just!

Because in Theren might is right;
The strong they crush the weak!
And thus the Therengian wedding duel,
is the tradition that they keep.

So if you are a Therengian girl,
And your mind is free.
Pack your bags, escape at night
And run away to sea!
</pre>

==== Scholarship ====

(This might be based on Juicy J's "Scholarship")

<pre>
You need some extra plat to pay the Academy with
It just so happens, I've got a lot of it
Spin around the Empath pole, do the splits
Then come and teach me scholarship

You an Empath chick, you an Empath chick
Keep healin', then teach me scholarship
You an Empath chick, you an Empath chick
Keep healin', then teach me scholarship

Heal that cat - prepare a spell
Dead body, didn't go too well
Disarmed a box and lost a hand
Killed a squirrel, shock again

You an Empath chick, you an Empath chick
Keep healin', then teach me scholarship
You an Empath chick, you an Empath chick
Keep healin', then teach me scholarship

Coins and gems
Tips and plats
Stay trippy
Eat georin grass

You an Empath chick, you an Empath chick
Keep healin', then teach me scholarship
You an Empath chick, you an Empath chick
Keep healin', then teach me scholarship

Touched a tamarisk tree
I'm doin' al-chem-y
Shiftin' in the city
Now they arrestin' me

You an Empath chick, you an Empath chick
Keep healin', then teach me scholarship
You an Empath chick, you an Empath chick
Keep healin', then teach me scholarship
</pre>

==== A Prydaen Freestyle ====
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[[File:PRYDAENSISYPHUS.png|thumb|450px|right|Another picture taken down.]]
<pre>
Got a cleft lip, but I rap
Better call me a kit, not a cat
Eating live birds and some rats
Prydaen - I'm a kit, not a cat

Sharpen up my claws
Pointy teeth in my jaws
If bein' Prydaen was a crime
I'd be breakin' all the laws

Tail floppin' like a monkey
You know I never bathe
So I smell like somethin' funky
And you know I never shave
Raw meat junkie
Yes - I said I never bathe

How I wear a shoe?
Got pads on my foot
How do -you- do?
Prydaen soul dark, soot
Evil to the root

Town guards they call me kitty
Hesitate to let me in the city
Prydaen life really gritty
Insert some cat profan-ity

Feelin' safe in the bank
Showing off my hub rank
City rough
like a shark tank
Birthin' tough
Havin' kits in the bank
Yes, havin' kits in the bank
Don't make a stank
I'm havin' my kits in the bank
</pre>

==== Reverend Rafaeli's Prayer ====

<pre>
Blessings, my children!
My little potpies
You’ve got Glythtide’s body
And Dergati’s eyes

Blessings, my children!
My little tadpole tails
Everild eating sausage
Eluned eating whales

Blessings, my children!
My little love blankets
If baby Be'ort is bad
Then you must spank it

Blessings, my children!
My little cups of curds
A full third of the Immortals’
Animals are birds

I hope you liked my prayer
Try not to be jelly
Two friendly kisses
From Brother Rafaeli!
</pre>

==== Fratvarit Rap ====
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<pre>
Alchemy is confusin'
But alcohol's a solution
It's a technical truth
Not a lyrical illusion

First you mash the apple
Like a spousal battle
Let the jug sit
Then give it a rattle

When it starts to brew
Increase the heat to two
At this point it's bitter
And an explosive mixture

So you better be careful
Know the fumes ain't healthful
Eyes on the prize
The final product make you wealthful

Then you crush the peppercorn
With an elder deer horn
Shake it in the bottle
A drop'll sleep a newborn

So that's how you star it
In the game of fratvarit
Now keep a crossbow loaded
'Cause Rakash keep the bar lit
</pre>

==== Short Song for Saphryna ====

<pre>
Who heals you when you're sick and stuff?
Saph, Saph!
Who hugs you when you're feelin' rough?
Saph, Saph!
Who fixes you when a box goes blast?
Saph, Saph!
Who picks you up off of your, er...
Behind, behind!
</pre>

Charlize

2018-01-08T00:14:03Z

RINNI:

{{PC
|name=Charlize Dejacque
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
|relat=Church of Aldauth, Contraire family, Maxwelinski
}}
== Kindling ==

A lone raven passes over an expanse of dense forestry. Her last memory was an Elven one and she certainly could not fly. "I must have died" she thought as she soared higher, "I suppose if this is death it isn't so bad". By the time she finished her thought, an arrow had let fly from the trees below, piercing her through the heart. She spun violently towards the ground, losing consciousness before disappearing among the evergreen trees. A lone wolf howls in the distance.

"Wake up", a voice whispered. A tiny female Elf opens her eyes slowly, taking note of her surroundings. Dirt caked her face and dried leaves fell from her long blonde hair as she sat up. Was that a dream? How long had she been here? She started picking the remaining debris from her clothes and hair.

As she did so she noticed a fresh mound of disturbed soil nearby. Curious, she began digging with her hands. Her fingers finally reached something solid and she pulled it out of the shallow hole, blowing the dust off the top. It was her old chestnut lunchbox. The paint was peeled but the detailed carvings remained, revealing the faces of her old family members.

She thought she had buried the lunchbox forever. Still not sure how she got here, or why, something moved behind her. Out of the corner of her eye was something at first resembling a hummingbird. The buzzing of small fast moving wings passed her ear until floating in front of her was a tiny fae. An image of Huldah flashed in her mind, causing her to start and blink. The fae was already gone. She felt like she could lay down and go back to sleep.

A loud crash and branches breaking snapped her out of the trance she was in. She turned around and walked towards it, feeling like she had nothing left to lose if she found something dangerous. She came upon a small bonfire in a familiar grove. Two people, and Elf and a Rakash, were dragging a dying tree towards a stump where they'd been chopping wood with an axe. Suddenly aware of the fact that she had weapons on her, but hadn't used them in years, she felt uneasy... until a voice called out "Hey! It's Charlize!".

A sigh of relief escaped her when she realized it was her old friends Maxwelinski and Jalika. They came running towards her with hugs and Jalika quickly produced some sort of tea out of thin air and handed it to her. "Come warm up by the fire", Jalika said. Charlize sat down on a log and crossed her legs in front of her. Before she knew it Max was next to her, with his head on her shoulder, his own cup of tea in hand. "I've missed you", she said. "I've missed you too", he replied.

Sitting around the fire and catching up, they heard a commotion on the main road. The festival was starting. Everyone stood up to go, and she realized she felt lightheaded. Perhaps something was in the tea and she shot Jalika an inquisitive look, who just smiled and shrugged, not giving an answer either way.

Maxwelinski offered to show Charlize around the spider. She said as long as it wasn't a date, and he made a quip about making her fall in love with him. The enchanted frost that crept along her arms while drawing on life mana felt present now in her heart, and she told him that would be doubtful.

Arriving at the spider, they stood there in silence, quickly realizing the air was pungeunt outside any of the shops or vendor's stalls. Light-headed and high on the noxious fumes, caught up in a whirlwind of shopping and games, encouraging each other's bad life decisions, little did she know they would end up eloping by the end of the week.

While browsing, the two friends had purchased a small black diary that they started to fill with memories and little notes, writing back and forth when they could not be together. Amorous musings led to deeper conversations about philosophy and life, revealing a shared passion for the liberation of Siksraja.

They decided to honeymoon in Mer'Kresh where they spent a week lounging together on the library balcony, watching the sun rise and set over the Reshalian sea as they studied the history of a culture that freed itself from oppression and racial tensions. Contradicting her vegan ways, she made him his favorite type of eggs every morning, a secret recipe from their days with the church and enhanced by her lessons from the '''[[Handbook_of_Hygienic_Housekeeping_(book)|Handbook of Hygienic Housekeeping by Maudie Prudynce]]'''.

She also learned how to keep bedding fresh and springy using beech leaves, properly cure a hangover with little more than salt and fresh air, and plump her eyelashes by crushing burnt cloves into a fine powder.

Eager to get back and share the manifesto they were creating with friends and family, they boarded the airship and headed home. The next morning, over his daily breakfast of unusual looking eggs, she noticed he had a small bottle sitting next to him and asked what was in it. He only had to wink and she went to grab her old lunchbox, now covered in dried soapy rings where some bubbles had landed and popped the night before.

== New Gweth Who Dis ==

You see Charlize Dejacque, an Elf.

Charlize has a fierce, untamed look to her that reminds you of a predatory animal.

Her forearm has a tattoo of a voluptuous woman in a suggestive pose.

She is wearing a feral fae earcuff with adorable wide eyes, a thick fleece-lined silverweave cloak with a deeply cowled hood, some dusky smuggler's robes belted with intertwined bloodlace and night diamonds, a tightly laced steelsilk bustier with snowy lace trim along the seams, a snowy white shadesatin gown with a feathery black gold overlay, a sleek bloodlace-wrapped parry stick with whisperlayne lashings, a dainty silversteel wedding ring displaying a beautiful heartstone, an instrument pick carved to resemble a snowflake, a small steel knife and some fur-lined thigh boots clasped with Zeltfish-bone hooks.

She was born on the 28th day of the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Emerald Dolphin, 306 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

She and Maxwelinski affirmed their vows before the gods in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Emerald Dolphin, 425.

Formerly Known As: [[Church of Aldauth|Charlize Vonderfecht]], [[Contraire family|Charlize Contraire]]

Vonderfecht Crest: a pirate's flag unfurling from the stem of a jungle lily

Contraire Crest: A lime green shield emblazoned with turkey leg and a mug of beer

Other family members: [[Annieka|Annieka Dejacque]], [[Contrejour|Contrejour Dejacque]], Ruven Dejacque, Dresna Dejacque, Adlyn Dejacque

== Lil Inski Fae ==

A giggle like tiny crystal bells fills the air as your fae earcuff releases your ear, fluttering her wings to remain nearby. The gentle breeze leaves you feeling a little bit better, just enough to offset the pinch as she bites down on your flesh again.

== Merry Ratufihen Rihidalo ~ With Love, The Inskis ==

[Chris' Mass, A Card]

Thick snow blankets a large hill at the edge of the forest, the large mound sloping at a steep angle. Numerous tracks mark a path upward, following the edge of a long area of snow packed tightly by the passing of numerous sleds. Sheets of ice dot the ground in several places, making the hillside even more treacherous -- or more fun, depending on the point of view.

You also see a carved ice tree, a carved ice fae, a carved ice Elf, a carved ice Rakash, a carved ice throne, and a carved ice castle.

Also here: Snowbeast Tamer Charlize and Snowbeast Tamer Maxwelinski.

Obvious paths: east, south, up.

== Prampus VonGruss: A Holiday Bedtime Story by Charlinski DeVonder ==

Having escaped the Town Guards, a Rakash man and Elven woman once found themselves in an alleyway adjacent an orphanage and a tie-dyed canvas canopy. The tent seemed the obvious choice to duck into without anyone asking questions, so they did. Walking into a room full of wide eyed students there was an abrupt silence. A child spoke up to say, "Oh, it's not even Dumezyl." Kids of all races, dressed in raggy clothing, went back to sitting restlessly and throwing origami airplanes at each other.

The couple gave each other a long look. They were dismayed. Not a single student was studying. All goofing off, misbehaving. And just before Chris’ Mass! The couple decided to teach these kids a lesson. Thus began the evening the kids of Zoluren would learn the horrifying story of Prampus. They gathered the children in a circle and began:

“Prampus was a Prydaen, like Sonte Claws, except much darker. He had nightmare black fur, beady red eyes, and the sharpest pointiest teeth of any Prydaen in the lands. He wore a pair of goat horns on his forehead, and a single shoe styled to look like a black stallion's hoof.”

A few disobedient children laughed as the story continued, but soon their mirth faded. They grew silent and listened on. This was a story with implications for the naughtiest among them. For the couple continued, explaining that to the children of the Air School that day, that Prampus would come to their very school that night. The night before Chris’ Mass was about to start.

“This, children, is what is known as the Prampusnacht,” said the woman. The man said the word loudly with her, startling some of the kids, making them jump in their seats. “For the bad among you, Prampus comes with a large enchanted stick. He carries a basket of apples, to lure you. A stick, to whip you with. And for the worst, he commands a snaer hafwa, to chill your souls.”

“Prampus knows if you have been bad or good. When you take an apple, if you have been good boys and girls, he will send you on your way. Else you will find yourself on the receiving end of his stick. Children, if Prampus hits you with this stick, your features will distort and become ugly instantly!” A little girl in the back began to cry. The Rakash man nudged her. “Too much,” he whispered. She shrugged.

A boisterous, brave boy stood up suddenly. “I ain’t afraid ah nuh Prampus!” he shouted, “Prampus prolly ain’t even real!” The couple gave each other a glance, stifling a smile and a laugh as they realized their frightening story wouldn’t work on some of the young delinquents. Some would see right through it. Indeed, such a fanciful tale had to be made up, didn’t it? Of course it did. They had just made it up on the spot to frighten the children.

The next day, the day of Chris’ Mass, they passed by the same orphanage and down the alley adjacent the Air School. Curiously, a number of children they recognized from the previous day were eating apples. And then they heard a sobbing noise from inside. As they passed under the canopy, they followed the sobs to a nook. It was the brave boy, not so brave now. Bawling. As he turned, what they saw horrified them.

The Elf let out a gasp, her heart jumped in her chest and she turned away toward her partner so as not to look any longer. Before them the boy gazed up, tears running down what was now a completely different, hideously ugly, face. The man let out a high-pitched squeal and they turned, running out of the school as fast as they could.

The boy would recover, his face healed. He eventually began to claim that he had been in an unfortunate caravan accident. But the couple, as well as the children of Dumezyl’s open school outside of the orphanage, knew the truth.

== Fear and Loathing in Mer'Kresh ==

Maxwelinski just butted his head against some iron bars, looking for all the world like a ram attacking a paladin.

You hit your head soundly against some iron bars.

Maxwelinski's song comes to an end.

You are still stunned.

Diwitt grasps your ears and returns your kiss with slobbery enthusiasm, leaving you with the taste of stale tobacco and rum in your mouth.

As you reach towards Registrar Lokrain, he pulls out a wooden ruler and swats the back of your hand! "Mind your manners! I didn't get where I am today by putting up with such shenanigans!", he exclaims.

The celpeze hatchling stares at your fingers and hisses -- perhaps anticipating a treat other than a boring familiar biscuit.

The bookcase contains such titles as: "Cooking with FireShard", "Magic in the Kitchen", "15 Easy Needlepoint Arcane Symbol Patterns", "Kort in Cooking" and "Love Potions: Belradi in the Bedroom" ... but not a single reference on warrior mage lore.

== Mad Max: Staho Pivo'hrr'schu'Mus ==

'''In a world, where the weakest ones can change change the faith of their nation'''

A bull shark lunges through a spray of foam, its teeth bared in rage at Maxwelinski.

Maxwelinski leans back and hoists a bull shark into the air!

Maxwelinski's suplex smashes a bull shark into the ground, landing an awesome strike to a bull shark's right leg!
The bull shark is severely stunned!

You lean back and hoist a bull shark into the air!

Your suplex smashes a bull shark into the ground, landing a hard hit to a bull shark's chest!
The bull shark is lightly stunned!

'''Where the Gods themselves are being mocked by their people'''

You say, "Elf You Drogor!"

Moving skillfully, you bite your teeth at a bull shark. A bull shark fails to dodge. The teeth lands a good strike that lightly pierces the left forearm.
A bull shark gives a final lunge, its teeth snapping mere inches from your skin, then shudders and turns belly up, biting in vain at anything within reach until it ceases all movement.

'''A world of betrayal'''

[Underground Streams, Source]

You also see a small muddied box and a small muddied box labeled "ZaiBox Nine".

A few moments later...

[Underground Streams, Source]

You also see a small muddied box and a small muddied box labeled "Charlinski".

'''A world of pain'''

You twirl Maxwelinski around, suddenly pushing him down in a dramatic dip. In a combination of sweaty fingers and mistimed movements, you drop him on the floor. Uh oh! Think he will believe that's part of the dance step?

Maxwelinski performs his zills, clacking it annoyingly in your face.

'''Only one person will be able to bring the balance'''

You pull mightily on the oars, heading west.

Maxwelinski pulls (with almost no effect) on the oars, heading west.

''Follow our heroes on their trip towards an uncertain end''

'''THIS SPRING, STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT SEASON OF CHILDREN OF HULDAH'''

== Elfalicious- Confusion (The Remix) ==

Charlize recites:

"Uh, uh, check it out

Lil Boogle

425

To all the weasels in the place with style and grace

Allow me to lace these lyrical mixtures, in your whiskers"

Charlize recites:

"Who rock grooves and make moves with all the faeries

The back of the inn, sippin', is where you'll find me

The back of the inn, prayin', my crew's behind me

Mad question askin', Prydaen egg passin', music blastin'"

Charlize recites:

"Mischief sender, beartender

Believe me sweety he got enough drinks to serve the needy

No need to be greedy I got mad friends with caravans

smugglin contraband

Plats by the layers, true players

Jump on the ferry, come over, you'll wanna stay here"

Charlize recites:

"I love it when you call me big Huldah

To the weasels gettin' money playin' cats like dummies

Straight up honey really I'm askin'

Most of these faes think they be impin' but they be actin

In for a Huldah Surprise, let's see whats inside"

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