Alys
It was strange for Alys to find herself collecting offerings for the various gods of Caido. She'd always been a superstitious sort, of course, but she'd also spent a very long time resenting the world's deities for their disdain for Abandoned. It had only been within the last few years that she'd found peace with the gods. Perhaps that was why, when the Family vacated Caido and left peace in their wake, the seer went a little bit overboard with her offerings.
She'd lovingly crafted a tarot card for each of the deities, complete with imagery she associated with each. Mort's card, for example, contained soft sunlight filtering through a long, pillar-lined hall, reminiscent of the vision she'd once seen of the god of death's home. Vi's card, in contrast, held the brightly blazing midday sun, shining down on a field of wildflowers. And so the cards went on. Alys had even included one for Dygra - just to cover all her bases.
When she'd laid her offerings out, she made her way to the Undercroft, craving a bit of solitude and quiet. She'd cloaked herself in her illusion magic, making herself invisible as she meandered down, down, down - but that was until she spotted a familiar face. As she lifted the illusion, seemingly appearing out of thin air, Sascha rumbled a wary greeting to her bonded's friend. "Zavien, hey," Alys said, coming to stand beside the dragoon. "How's it going?"
She'd lovingly crafted a tarot card for each of the deities, complete with imagery she associated with each. Mort's card, for example, contained soft sunlight filtering through a long, pillar-lined hall, reminiscent of the vision she'd once seen of the god of death's home. Vi's card, in contrast, held the brightly blazing midday sun, shining down on a field of wildflowers. And so the cards went on. Alys had even included one for Dygra - just to cover all her bases.
When she'd laid her offerings out, she made her way to the Undercroft, craving a bit of solitude and quiet. She'd cloaked herself in her illusion magic, making herself invisible as she meandered down, down, down - but that was until she spotted a familiar face. As she lifted the illusion, seemingly appearing out of thin air, Sascha rumbled a wary greeting to her bonded's friend. "Zavien, hey," Alys said, coming to stand beside the dragoon. "How's it going?"
funny how it all works out in the end
you dance with the devil and you lose your head
you dance with the devil and you lose your head
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
