Freyja
Freyja
Freyja grew up in the shadow of her father's Lordship expected to be wed off to some noble boy and bear him sons to ensure the security of her family. She hated noble life, too pompous, obnoxious and driven entirely by ambition, greed and superiority. One night she when she was eight years of age she decided since she wasn't given a choice on her life's direction she would take matters into her own hands. She left in the dead of night and ditched all her belongings that tie her back to her noble family. She travelled to the nearest monastery- just a mere 200 leagues away from her former home. She threw herself on her knees on the doorstep of the monks that resided there and begged them to help her become something greater than her family, better than herself. The monks accepted her as one of their own, training Freyja for years in combat and meditation. Until one day the monks told her they had no more they could teach her and said she must venture out and continue her journey on her own.
Female Human Monk
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Age
20
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Sea Blue
Hair
Ashen Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned
Height
5'10
Weight
140 lbs. pure muscle
Keening and Bare Knuckles
We found the Lich Queen and her phylactery and triumphed, but the cost was almost too high. Petal and Starka fell during the confrontation. If Lanmin had done her job as the Cleric of the fucking party and healed when needed, Petal might not have died, period. Yes, in the end, Lanmin brought Petal and Starka back from death.
Once the Bitch Queen was gone, then I saw Petal's lifeless body, something in me broke. Greif, regret, anger, and fear that is what I felt. I left the chamber to the bottom of the stairwell we came up from and let my rock-hard mask fall. I wept for my dear friend, someone I consider a sister. I released all the feelings of Loss and Anger with a Keening Wail and struck the cold stone of the Bitch Queen's inner sanctum until my knuckles were bare. I collected myself and rejoined my family to find Petal's face returning with life. I made a silent covenant to never let that happen again if I could prevent it.
Alaskan Bull Worm
Before we headed down to the Underdark I wanted to see if there was any new gossip from the dwarves of this city so Starka and I headed to a local tavern on this level of the city. While we were there I overheard that my father went along with his plans and proceeded undertaking a Coup D'etat to take control of the Estinos Imperium and has taken the seat from the Emperatrix. So all in all- STAY OUT OF THE ESTINOS IMPERIUM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE- because I don't know if he tortured the Imperatrix for any information and if he did, did she give up anything about me, his long-dead daughter who could potentially foil his no doubt nefarious plans whatever they may be.
Trudging along our path toward Ched Nessad we came upon a giant worm that burst out of the depths of the Earth. My brooding mind was not in the fight and I got swallowed by the fucking worm and fell unconscious and woke up covered in intestinal fluids of questionable origins that I would rather not dwell on and with Starka trying to eat the Human of the party so I promptly punched him in the face to warn him I am not dead. Gods, I really need a nap!
Octavia Marcella Torascio
After defeating the fucking Beholder Murxaghan, we came back to the surface and I received a letter from the Metropolitis explaining her confirmed suspicions of my parentage. I am none other than Octavia Marcella fucking Torascio! Now, just out of curiosity I looked into how "important" the Lucillii Torasciones family is, and it just so happens that my biological family holds a leadership role in the Estinos Primus and my father is actually the leader of the Imperial Senate holding the title of "Vox Senatus". All of my earliest memories of my life before I fled now make sense and all lessons of machinations and manipulation and courtly intrigues. I wonder though, do any of my biological family know that I am alive and if so do they know of me being in the city. Even though the party has politely but forcefully told we need to leave the city and from the way things seem to be shaping our set course will undoubtedly lead us far from Estinople will they send "friends" to retrieve me to meet their own ends. In any case if they decide to send someone after me I will not go without a fight. My party has been more of a family to me than those Lucillii Torasciones ever were. We may not be a "conventional" family, but they have grown to be people that I consider my family nonetheless.
Questions Unanswered
I called it: This fucking crypt was gonna blow some major dick! on the second level of the crypt we came in contact with a Death Tyrant and two Zombie Beholders. We all came through in the end but I almost got disintegrated by one of the Zombie Beholders and Nak'Cue got petrified entirely, but he dropped his staff and with his telepathic connection with Munnin we know what we need to get him unpetrified. So we needed 100 Gold Pieces worth of Diamond Dust so we took a tactical retreat to the surface to retrieve the Diamond Dust. Coming out of the depths we kind of startled the guards on post to protect the entrance and updating the Metropolitis of our predicament she retrieved the Diamond Dust. But more importantly I asked to speak privately with her. In this conversation I informed her of my background and I inquired whether if I shared some familial resemblance to any nobles in Estinople. She gave me a very non-committed answer that she would not share her intuition until she is sure that my intentions are what I present them and that she can trust me. She said if I return to the Metropolitis that gets elected in four days she would inform them of her inklings of my predicament and that Metropolitis would give me an answer. Although it is infuriating to not have the answer to my questions of my parentage and whether they would benefit or hinder the party's quest. Though from my memory of the Power-Hungry nobles her actions are understandable, still infuriatingly frustrating. Damn it! I don't even know if I will survive the rest of the delve into the crypts to kill The Watcher! I've come close to death once already! I really don't like this course of action but I will do my part to kick some ass. But Gods do I Fucking Hate Beholders of any kind!
Familiarity
I was born a nobleman daughter, that I now for sure but which city of of which empire I could never remember. But coming to Estinople seeing the city as the party has ventured around, there is are pieces of all of it that feels familiar. The courtyard of the Grand Sanctuary and the maneurisms of the Metropolitís, the smells of the spices in the Markets, so many things feel familiar. But the nobles that we encountered waiting for the Metropolitís were not themselves familiar but their pompous "I'm better than everyone else" attitude definitely was. Am I a noble of Estinople? I don't know. I am still unsure if I should share any of this with the rest of the group. Most seem trustworthy enough but I don't know all of their motives for traveling with the rest of our party. I want to share my thoughts with them but will that end up kicking me in the ass? Although before delving into these catacombs and coming close to death the thought of even sharing any of my background was out of the question. I would not have done it but things might be different than I first expected.
Death's Sweet Kiss
After freeing the Metropolitis form her charm she has commissioned the party to go down into the depths of the crypts beneath the Grand Sanctuary and end the threat that ensnared her. Something she referred to as " The Watcher". In my studies at the monastery and even as a nobleman's child every tale or historical account of someone taking on a moniker of any kind never ends well. On the very first floor we came into contact with a Death-Kiss, something from the nightmare of a Beholder as I recall, it sucked my life-blood as I fought it and every time I landed a blow I got shocked as well, no matter I can take a little zap from a beast. But I fell unconscious and when I awoke I was pissed off, to put it mildly and I was done Pussy-footing and we ended up killing the beast. Finding this on the first level of our descent into the crypts is not a good omen but I know there is at least one more Beholder, The Watcher, down here. I will play my part as a part of the group but I really fucking hate Beholders and Beholderkin and one thing I know for certain is the rest of this dungeon delve is gonna suck, and not in a good way...
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