Description
A whiff of cinnamon hits your nose. Standing just under five and a half
feet, this woman has shoulder length black hair, raven in color save for the
last two or three inches which are bright red at the tips. Her ears belie
elven ancestry but her skin is sun-kissed and nearly olive in complexion.
Her armaments and clothing are adorned in hand-sewn thin strings holding
small pieces of paper, some of which have writing on them that is
indiscernible other than a few letters from a wide variety of languages. Her
form is lithe and toned, save for her decidedly feminine curves. Her
movements are graceful, save for the noticeable twitchings of her left
handed fingers. They stop moving before continuing again, touching air like
the staccato plucking of a lute. Around her wrists are more pieces of paper,
tied by thread and fashioned as bracelets. What is written on them is hard
to say. A similar, but much longer and wider, cloth-like adornment wraps
around her neck, decorated in the characters of a language you've never seen
before, and perhaps, isn't even real. Her face is heart shaped, with thin
eyebrows, full lips, pinkish cheeks, and light blue piercing eyes. She
blinks slowly when she speaks, and her voice rarely rises above a soft, full
throated whisper.
Role
Introductions, Dreams
Added Sat Aug 23 17:00:00 2025 at level 13:
Mr. Ozmyeir had a recurring dream.
The blue ocean. The language of a people he did not know. A redheaded elf. A
locked chest.
Sometimes the dream was at the coast. Sometimes the dream was on the sea.
Sometimes the dream was underwater. But the ocean was always there.
Sometimes he heard singing. Sometimes he saw the lips of people speaking.
Sometimes there was a book with words written down for him to remember. But
the language was always there. When the book appeared, he would write what he
saw down. Just scraps of paper, some of it was clearly what was seen in
libraries and in ancient writings, some of it seemed to be from nowhere.
He insisted he dreamed my mother into existence. Or that he saw her before he
saw her with his eyes. It's a line from a drunken mouth to a drunken ear.
Still, he insisted he had dreamed her. Sometimes she was with him. Sometimes
she was far away. Sometimes she was a painting on a wall. But she was always
there, at least he said so. Mother didn't believe him, but she said he was
convincing. Or she didn't care if he was lying. He was passionate about his
belief, even if it was ludicrous.
The locked chest was always the same. When he came upon it, the dream ended.
That's all I really remember about father. He's gone now, long lost and gone.
But he told me about those dreams and he left me his stack of strange papers.
My name is Llautzei Ozmyeir.
Mysteries, Evermoon Hollow, Part One
Added Sat Aug 23 17:01:30 2025 at level 13:
When I was ten my mother and I left Balator to return to Evermoon Hollow. She
spoke of a mystery man there she would want to see again, someone before she
met my father. I carried with me the stacks of papers and scraps my father had
left behind. She showed me how to stitch them into my clothes and even helped
me to knit several of them into a scarf. I watched her charm this old lover of
hers and then watched her move us into his house. She seemed happy, especially
when he was looking.
He had the oddest collection of trinkets. Gems of all colors, shapes, and
sizes but also small statues, paintings on canvas, useless weaponry from long
gone ages, and all manner of antiquities and artifacts. They were plentiful
and so I would see which ones he would miss by hiding them away elsewhere. My
mother told him my name was Llautissienna, a variation on her own,
Llaussrynna. That was not the name my father gave me. Maybe she was hiding me,
too. Why was a mystery to me.
When my stowing away became common enough, my mother would console her
confused lover. He must have lost these things. Misplaced them. He said, and
he would say often, "I have never lost anything until little Llautzei came
along." His nickname stuck.
From then on the three of us were in conflict. He, convinced I was thieving,
would find a lost thing somewhere else. "See, you find something easier when
you're not looking for it." She tried to dismiss his growing frustration. His
frustration was with me but I found the game satisfying. To hide, to find, to
lose, to gain. But then I was caught.
Mysteries, Evermoon Hollow, Part Two
Added Sat Aug 23 17:02:24 2025 at level 13:
My mother begged him to spare me punishment, insisting I was engaging in
childhood mischief. Her lover insisted it was some dark trait of my human
half. He spared me the first time at her insistence. Subsequent crimes were me
with subsequently harsher treatment. I was once tied by my hands to a bed for
two days and at the moment as my mother finally convinced him to let me be
free again, I plotted.
For the next year, up until I was fifteen, I took nothing and I moved nothing.
I had been rehabilitated and I had learned my lesson. That night, after the
anniversary of my birth passed without fanfare or acknowledgement, I did what
allowed me to leave. I gathered all of his finest art, jewelry, and antiques
and hid them throughout the castle and within the woods of Ar'atouldain where
I told the wandering wood elves of a game to be played with prizes to be won.
I kept but a few things for myself to make my way to Galadon and begin a new
life. These mysteries had been revealed and I was no longer curious as to
their secrets, few as they were.
Observations, Copeham Inn
Added Sun Aug 24 14:46:44 2025 at level 17:
The Copeham Inn was a place a girl could disappear in. Adventurers in and out
of rooms, people too drunk to remember to lock their rooms, truly a mad place
and in its madness, easy enough to hide or at least go unnoticed. You could
even sleep occasionally. I was kicked out a few times, too young to be in a
bar. But you'd be surprised how many people will pretend to be your mom or dad
if you hold their hand and give them a wink before insisting to the barkeep
that you were accompanied by an adult. It did mean learning to change clothes,
change my hair, apply make up to look younger, or older, all to keep the staff
confused. Mostly this was just to have a slightly safer place than the streets
to rest. Not that it wasn't dangerous, not that I didn't get hurt.
Over time I learned to spot men and women of the occupational sort. The
professional pickpockets, the hired thugs, the kidnappers, the tinkerers, the
alchemists, and every now and then I would spy a mystic. I'd watch them
practicing the art of paper magic, reading words off of scroll to do the same
things a wizard could do by memory. Maybe that makes a wizard more talented,
maybe one's memory is better served in staying clever. I tend to prescribe to
that second notion.
Watching from the shadows was enlightening, but I needed someone to teach me.
I wasn't quite of the age to venture into the academy, though I knew I would
when the time arrived. But I aimed to apprentice under a master. I spotted him
when he stole an entire set of matching dragon scale armor and replaced it
with fakes in a matter of seconds. When his mark departed I grabbed his hand.
"You're the little one, Llautzei, what pretends patrons are parents, no?" I
knew not how he knew that name, but responded curtly, "I am not looking for a
father, sir." He smirked, and introduced himself, "Daeven, blackballed thief
of Galadon. Whatever can I do for you?"
Secrets Denied, River Road
Added Wed Aug 27 18:04:56 2025 at level 18:
Daeven taught me everything he knew which turned out to be less than I would
have guessed. He was only three or four years older than me, though for a
human, when we met, that was a meaningful gap. Competitive by nature, he
stayed ahead of me and constantly let me know I was behind him. Two years
after we met and just before I entered the academy, he nonchalantly told me
every secret within it. He told me where to go to get coins and where to find
things to sell and what to hunt. He regaled me with maps and with
instructions. He took all of the joy out of discovery and so I told him to
stop. I wanted to reveal things for myself and find the lands as new when I
first stepped foot upon them. "Let them be concealed until I reveal them," I
insisted. I wanted to walk through the locked door after I found the key for
myself. Or after I picked it.
Which is where Daeven was handy and helpful. Showing me how best to further
study what my guildmaster first taught me. But as he showed me secrets, he
began to ask me of mine. "Why do you keep those little pieces of paper? They
reflect light, they might reveal you, you should get rid of them." I brushed
off his questions and asked him about himself and, true to form, he forgot his
curiosity to bask in my renewed attention.
He was on River Road one day when I was still very young in my travels and did
the one thing I never forgave him for, calling out to me in earshot of the
guild guard, "Llautzei, you're in broad daylight," he said, teasing. It's true
that I thought I was hiding but was not. From then on I had my name to the
guild, the city, and I suppose to the world. It seems I was known.
Knives at Throats, Arkham
Added Wed Aug 27 18:06:17 2025 at level 18:
A year or so later I was walking with Daeven around the streets of Arkham. We
mused how easy it was to lighten purses on the streets away from Tribunal
eyes. We would pick the pockets of the pickpockets and place their
ill-begotten goods in the purses of one another, reveling in whatever chaos we
would have left in our wake. A fight broke out here or there but nothing one
or both of us couldn't handle. It was thrilling, at the time. After an hour or
so at this game, Daeven slipped into The Brandished Jigger and I followed him
as he made his way into Gaxan's office. I had been there before and had been
meaning to learn scrolls, having only put it off in my earlier travels having
rarely traveled outside of the western continent.
"Make sure you never let yourself be seen here. No one should know you can do
this," Daeven said when I had Gazan show me how to recite paper magic for the
first time. "There are people who would kill you just for using it. There are
people who can mark you for knowing it. Keep it close to you as long as you
possibly can. Surprise is always a benefit, but in this case surprise is
survival." At that moment, I presented to him a prized dagger he had thought
he still held in his possession and I asked, "Like this kind of surprise?" And
he lunged to grab it back from me, but for the first time, I was faster. I
darted out and let him give chase. We sped through the alleys and in out of
houses. He would retrieve it only for me to pilfer it back a moment later. We
hid, we skulked, we sprinted, and our hands reached for one another in moments
where we grabbed clothes, wrists, ankles, hair, and necks. When he finally
pinned me down in the upstairs loft of an abandoned house, I held the knife
between our throats.
He whispered, "Tell me a secret, I promise this time I'll keep it." I didn't
answer, I just used my mouth to shut his.
Dreams, Introductions
Added Fri Sep 5 10:16:16 2025 at level 31:
I laid in bed with him every night for many more nights than I did not. I got
my way time and time again with him. And from time to time he had his way with
me. One such time I relented, when he asked again about the papers I kept with
the writing my father brought back from his dreams.
I told him of the water, of my mother, of the words, and of the treasure. I
told him my father had been lost for some time, a man by the name of Ozymeir.
Daeven began transcribing each of the papers into a journal and then reordered
them, rewrote them in front of a mirror, hung the pages upside down, filled in
lines and dots to make something resembling some script he had seen before. He
was obsessed. And over time I felt he began to be less obsessed with me. That
was when I said I loved him, when I was almost sure he was no longer in love
with me.
His passion would ebb and flow. Sometimes it would come strong not long after
he had found some clue somewhere that made him think he was onto whatever it
was that my father had dreamed. "It could have just been dreams," I offered.
And that was when he said he loved me, when I was clearly tiring of him. "And
I know there is something to this, I can feel it." His words were too abstract
to assume that he was speaking of us when he said "this".
Thereafter we did not lay together as frequently. He would see me and clearly
had seen others. I never showed anger but I did show pain. He said, "I do
not own you and you do not own me, that's what makes this special." And still
his words were too abstract to assume that he was speaking of us when he said
"this".
Once Agains, A Small Loft
Added Sat Sep 6 10:39:52 2025 at level 31:
As I was not owned, I felt more free to explore other people myself. It was a
month or so later when I brought home a tall, lean, drow man whose name I
didn't bother to learn. We exhausted each other and briefly rested before
being awoken by Daeven entering the room. "He has to go," Daeven said and I
was ready to fight on the point, "That's not our arrangement, you don't own
me," I said. Not waiting for the argument to continue, the dark elf grabbed
his clothes and made his way to the door. I threw a candle at Daeven's head in
rage, which he caught and closed the door behind the drow as he left. "No,
it's not that, it's that what I am about to tell you is for your ears alone."
I was fuming but I stopped myself from grabbing a weapon or another
projectile. "That treasure is real and I think I know how to find it. And
maybe find your father." I moved to dress myself, "Go on," I said, taking a
breath. He proceeded to tell me all about an island he had heard of and even
had heard rumors of passage to it. He had seen writings from the locals in the
possession of someone who had robbed an explorer years earlier. The characters
had many similarities to the writings I had, "Imagine your father, waking from
a dream where he saw this script, like a child, they are symbols he did his
best to imitate but with no understanding of what he was putting down." Daeven
proceeded to continue to explain and describe the rumors that the thief he had
met told him, of an ancient treasure buried both literally on the island and
figuratively within the pages of a madman's journal. "And what's more, the
story goes that the man who hid his treasure sent his descendants the clues
within their dreams. Your father could be a descendent of this man and may
have found the treasure or is still on the island looking for it."
When I asked him where this island was, he admitted he didn't know. I sighed,
"Then this isn't anything other than a similar story with similar letters for
a place you don't even know is real. You're just brining up pain for me, which
is all you seem capable of doing!" I yelled at him. And I was crying. I was
angrier than I was before. He grabbed my wrists and spoke right into my eyes,
his own wildly lit as I'd never seen them before, "Llautzei, I'm dreaming of
this island too. Ever since you told me about it. The ocean, the woman, who
for me is you, the language, and the largest treasure I have ever seen. I
didn't know how to tell you because I know it sounds crazy but, I know it's
real. I know it!"
He moved to kiss me with a fury but I felt nothing but fear and pity. I
embraced him and comforted him. He rambled for hours. At some point I fell
asleep on his chest and in the morning when I woke he was gone.
Nowhere, Everywhere
Added Sat Sep 6 12:43:30 2025 at level 31:
Daeven wasn't really the same after that and I saw less and less of him. So I
tended to my own needs and my own goals. There was no Kingpin of Galadon when
I paid my entryway and so I set my eyes upon it. All of two other thieves of
known names were members, neither elite and seemingly neither ever awake. I
made my way about to explore, began to see to making a friend here or there,
traveling with those of this faction and that faction. When asked of my own
goals, I said less than others, meeting those aimed to seeing darkness spread
across the land and those aiming to rise among the ranks of the light. I spent
days and then weeks hunting treasure and amassing coins for donations and
before long, the seat of Galadon was mine and I made myself Kingpin. My first
move thereafter was to bring Daeven back into the guild.
But Daeven didn't reappear after a few weeks, so I became far more comfortable
in using his loft at my leisure and tending to the responsibilities now
afforded me in my role. A Kingpin must protect themselves and their, finding
spoils to maintain and grow their influence. Often it is tedious, serious
work. To amuse myself, I met and bedded a Herald, an Imperial, a Squire, a
camouflaged Druid, and a law abiding Paladin of the Spire. None were as
interesting as to warrant a second thought, though the Paladin did send a
missive to me speaking of dreams. I ignored their words and learned to handle
the newfound sadness by indulging in spirits I hadn't yet experienced. Soon I
succumbed to drunken revelry or drunken misery, indistinguishable from one
another.
A month more had passed and I was in a terrible way, slowly despising myself
as I became careless in letting people in, often simply to make them happy. At
my worse moment, I was most known by others, and yet completely unknown to
myself. I was lost. It was then Daeven's letter arrived.
Words, Paper
Added Sun Sep 7 10:28:44 2025 at level 32:
Llautzei,
I've found passage and that is all I can say. I'll return when I've found what
I know must be found. I do love you and I do think about you. Always... but I
know I can't be free of whatever this is until I solve the dream you gave me.
I spoke to your mother. I think you should too.
I may never see you again. I may not know what happens to you after you read
this. I certainly don't know what will happen to me after I board this vessel.
This might be goodbye and so I should treat it like it is.
Your mother wouldn't tell me your name. But when I told her I knew it was
Bainnah, she didn't tell me it wasn't. If I meet Bainnah someday, I would be
happy to know her.
If you don't hear from me again, know I tried to end this. I would never dare
to tell you what to do, but if I can't end this, you owe it to yourself to
consider ending it on your own.
If you decide to follow after me, look to the scarf around your neck. I hope
this isn't the last time my words reach you, but if it is, I will say it
again, I love you.
-D
Unhappy Returns, Evermoon Hollow, Part One
Added Sun Sep 7 13:56:24 2025 at level 32:
I made my way to Evermoon Hollow and the houses within the trees for the first
time in years. I found the house I had ran away from and while my mother was
present, drinking tea by the window. The man whose home she had moved us into,
was nowhere to be seen.
"I thought you might come, your lover said he would ask you to," my mother
said, aware of my movements one step sooner than I expected. "I have questions
and you may be the only one with answers," I replied.
She motioned for me to sit down but I didn't. "I wondered when I saw him if he
was yours, he reminded me of your father. Same hair, same smile. I had half a
mind to see if he was... but I thought better of it." She grinned wickedly at
me and I looked at her with disgust. "When you left here, my dear, you left a
wake of pain, I don't think you were truly punished for that. I still don't
know what punishment would fit what you did."
"I was punished plenty while I was here, I lost my father and that man tied me
to my bed."
"He was an explorer and a collector, you destroyed his life's work in a single
night. And he had nothing to do with your father. Your father was obsessed.
Just like the man you sent here."
I spoke through clenched teeth, "I didn't send him anywhere, I would never
have wanted him to come here."
She closed her eyes and began, "My mother told me never to have to children,
never to attempt to have children. Now I know why. You carry the same curse I
do. And I found the one man, here, who seemed immune to it. He had seen so
many treasures and gone on so many journeys in his life, a recurring dream
about another was of no bother to him. That he dreamed about me was natural,
he was sleeping next to me."
"That doesn't make sense, none of this makes sense. My father insisted he
dreamed the dream before he met you."
"He was a drunk and I never corrected him. The first night we met he was so
drunk he forgot he met me the next time we crossed paths. When he said he
dreamed of me before he laid eyes on me, I didn't have the heart to correct
him and so I let the lie breathe. It was a mistake and I thought it would
protect him. I was wrong."
Unhappy Returns, Evermoon Hollow, Part Two
Added Sun Sep 7 13:57:12 2025 at level 32:
"This is our curse?"
"Yes. If you stay with a man, you will likely drive him to this obsession. The
dreams fade over time, so the only true cruelty is not to leave them. Perhaps
your love will heal in time if you never cross paths again. But know what I
know now, there is no lasting love for you, my child. You will lose them, you
will lose all of them."
I was silent. I wasn't even sure how I felt about Daeven anymore, other than
the weight of guilt.
"He knew your name. I know the sphere my child was born under, you deny
yourself to be so careless. Did you give away that secret too?"
I shook my head. And then I left, determined to uncurse myself from what my
mother had given me. Perhaps loss was my path, my fate, just as my mother
said. But if so, perhaps I could lose this dream, too.
I made my way to the Sea of Despair and sought the island hidden within it
where the Lord of Loss was rumored to reside.
PK Wins
Aug 31, 2025|Lv 25|The Redhorn Mountains|Jaxba vs 1: [25] Llautzei (100%, claw)
Sep 8, 2025 |Lv 32|The Forgotten Island|Vessith vs 2: [41] Takoa (96%, claw), [32] Llautzei (3%)
PK Deaths
Sep 13, 2025|Lv 38|Organia, the Veil of Shadow|Llautzei committed suicide