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Author Topic: Cairi Marr  (Read 3242 times)

Description: Priestess. Birthright Summer Sky. Played by Idariel.

Offline Cairi Marr

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      Aide to the High Priestess

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Cairi Marr
« on: Oct 13, 15, 07:42:01 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Cairi Marr (no known Clan)
Nicknames: Airhead (derogatory, play on her name: c 'air' i)
Age & Birth-year: 21 as of 191 PP, b. 170 PP
Race: Short-lived
Caste: Priestess
Birth Territory: Scelt
Home Territory: Scelt

Birthright Jewel: uncut Summer Sky
Offering Jewel:  She has not had her Offering yet, but will descend to an uncut Green when she does.

Role: Aide to the High Priestess (Bonnie Macleod, Rose to Purple-Dusk Priestess)
Faction: Territory Court

Appearance


Play By: Kaci Fennell

Distinguishing Features:
Cairi has worked hard from the moment of her birth, and it shows. She is dark skinned, tanned to an even darker hue by her early years working in the sun, and her love of sunbathing. Her dark hair, cut too short for the sun to lighten it, is far, far too short for a proper highborn hair style. The thin, aquiline features of her face, her well-toned, beautifully shaped legs, and strong body only reinforce the imagery of a hardworking woman.

While she dresses appropriately for a Priestess at Court, she has never lost the loose limbed, sensual walk of the half-feral farmer's daughter she was, nor the tendency to tuck her feet up under her when sitting. She is often sans shoes, simply using Craft illusions to conceal her feet if anyone seems to notice. High Priestess Bonnie is working tirelessly to correct Cairi's posture, but when Cairi forgets herself she slouches; if she's happy to see someone, she gives them a hug, if she is thrilled, she squeaks and bounces; if she is in a hurry, she runs.

She has a tendency to fidget at long Court functions, although she is the picture of serenity at equally long and tedious religious Ceremonies.

Spoiler:  Detailed Description (click to show/hide)
Personality


Personality:
Cairi has not merely the Caste of Priestess, but the sacred calling as well. She has a keen sense of honor, and an understanding of the full ramifications of the decisions of the powerful from the perspective of the power-less. This allows her to cut through the platitudes and excuses so many nobles use to justify expedience over justice. Her inner peace is not the result of perfection, it is simply that she fully understands redemption and reconciliation, so that she can forgive even her own mistakes.

She loves the Blood and embraces their ability to balance their primitive, draconic nature without being reduced to animal-like brutality -  when it comes to other people. When it is her own instincts being driven by the primitive side, she struggles to let go and live in the moment.

Cairi is a thinker, prone to over-planning and self-doubt when forced to make a decision quickly. She is likely to talk a friend's ear off about every possible consequence and problem that could arise from this haste.

And Cairi does love to talk to as well as listen to others. She is endlessly curious about people, especially the Jewelled Blood. She is a skilled listener, good at prying information out of the shy or angry through patience and careful questions.


Likes:

  • 1 Green growing things. Cairi worked at herbalism with her mother when she was a little girl. To this day she loves stillrooms and plants. Although good sized and including a solar, her quarters are high up in an awkwardly placed tower, much too inconvenient for the Highborn to use. Her suite is filled with exquisite flower arrangements from the elaborate court gardens, and one of every type of plant she can squeeze into a pot. It is a jungle, but she will happily head out at a moment's notice to try to acquire another plant. (The suite was built for an ancient Killan Black Widow who went mad in service to Scelt, and was housed there for the last decade of her life. It is rumored to be haunted, and Ciari thinks those rumors are true. It's ok though; she can handle ghosts, she's a Priestess. The Killan Black Widow's ghost is quite unobtrusive provided Ciari makes tea for her each morning, and leaves the kettle on during the day).
  • 2 Confession. Cairi enjoys every aspect of her Caste, but her favorite role is that of confessor. She listens to the wounds of the petitioner, deeply contemplates the full ramifications, and finds just the right penance. The penance must hurt enough to deter repeat offenses, be difficult enough to cleanse the guilt, clever enough to teach, and most critically, it must set up the possibility of healing for those injured or wronged by the petitioner. In a culture devoid of laws against murder, rape and other violent crimes, this is the most critical part of assigning penance. A properly done penance will end a blood feud, not prolong it.
  • 3 Brogan  Ciari has had a school girl crush on Brogan since he congratulated her on receiving her Birthright Jewel when she was 14. He is the epitome of a Warlord-Prince and no man will ever measure up to him. What little Court gossip she knows will be centered on him. She is a dedicated letter writer (now that she is literate) and has a passel of schoolgirl friends (all from Temple) who keep her well appraised of his every move. She even has sketches sent to her by those with such talent. The sketches, letters and diary are usually tucked under her pillow.

    Dislikes:

  • 1 Protocol. Ciari didn't even know it was a real thing until she went to Temple. It isn't  that she could offend by accident, and her life could be the price. What she struggles the most with is that Protocol can be manipulated to justify murder, rape and destruction. It is the deliberate misrepresentation or bending of these strictures of behavior that she struggles to accept.
  • 2 Being Behind. Ciari hates being so behind in normal Craft. The Temple and High Priestess are focusing on perfecting her grasp of those areas of Craft that are critical to or that enhance her duties. Now that she is at Court, she is hoping to make friends, or find someone who will teach her for a pittance. Cairi has very little money if her own, and none from her Blood family; she does not even own the clothes on her back. Cairi cuts and sells her hair to pay for the plants and herbs in her room, but it is not enough to hire Craft or Protocol tutors.
  • 3 Formal Court Meals. Cairi has not been trained or prepared for the wide variety of food that exists in the world. She is even less ready for the bizarre utensils and incomprehensible customs that surround these elegant events. She rarely eats in front of anyone, preferring the company of her ghost in her own cozy suite. (Please feel free to offer her high-brow meals she cannot possibly manage without making a tremendous mess, it will be fun to write.)

    Fears:
  • 1 War.Her greatest fear is that her defenseless family will be slaughtered in the Sheane/Killan conflict that has raged for most of her life. They have not one Jewel amongst them, and therefore are valueless to both sides.
  • 2 Jewel Power.The shear power of even the lowest ranked Jewel is still overwhelming to her. The idea of that much power in the hands of violent and irresponsible people is the source of nightmares. Living at Court, she can no longer believe that everyone who has a Jewel always acts as if they are worthy of it, so the fear grows.
  • 3 Combat Craft. Whether performing it herself, or being unfortunate enough to see someone else do it, she is afraid of Combat Craft. She is afraid of leveling a mountain when she means to merely shove someone, of committing a massacre instead of a pinpoint death strike at her attacker. When another exhibits such ferocity and power, she is worried they will do even worse.

    Craft Strengths:
  • 1 Ritual Craft. Cairi is greatly gifted at Ritual Craft. Her serene personality allows her to join a Circle without her ego getting in the way. She can work with anyone, because her own spirit is never inherently opposed to another's. When she leads Ritual Craft, those working with her are in greater harmony than is normally the case, allowing for either a swifter ceremony, or to accomplish more than would normally be the case.
  • 2 Communion. Cairi's second great strength lies in Communion. She can delve deeper than most, achieving a balanced, selfless link to the Darkness that can raise another's Jewel strength by a great deal, replenish their reserves, or invigorate their spirit. (I see Communion with the Darkness as a strengthening aid when mourning a great loss, giving a boost to the spirit of the suicidal, curing a child with failure to thrive, etc. I just lumped it all under invigorating the spirit.) She can help strengthen any ranked Jewel, even those darker than her own.

    Craft Weaknesses:
  • 1 Fundamentals of Craft. Cairi is the only member of her family with a Jewel. She received only Basic Craft training until her Birthright Ceremony, which did not occur until she was fourteen. If she does not use a specific Craft discipline to further her role as a Priestess, then she is clumsy at it. She is almost 10 years behind her age-mates in terms of studying Craft. (Would you like me to make a list of those abilities that support and enhance her role as Priestess?)
  • 2 Stealth. Starting so late, Ciari had to make some hard choices as to what to eliminate from her Craft studies altogether. She chose to ignore stealth Craft. It runs against her inclinations, anyway.


    Life Story


    Family:
    Mother: Orla Marr, F46 as of 191 PP, b. 145 PP, Jewel-less Blood, herbalist.
    Father: Ronan Marr, M53 as of 191 PP, b. 138 PP, Jewel-less Blood, farmer.
  • Siblings: Conchur Marr, M21 as of 191 PP, b. 170 PP, born a Prince, Jewel-less Blood, brother, farmhand.

    Friends and Mentors
  • Territory Court High Priestess Bonnie Macleod, F70s, Rose to Purple Dusk Priestess [Jamie's NPC]
  • Temple Acolyte Finola Falkirk, F28 as of 191 PP, b. 163 PP, White descent Jewel, studying to become a Priestess.
  • *Temple Priest Tiarnan Devlin, M37 as of 191 AP, b. 154 AP, Rose to Opal Priest.

    *Jewel from her family rolls.

    History:

    Spoiler:  Timeline. (click to show/hide)
    Cairi was a happy, semi-feral child raised on a subsistence farm in Denford Province, within the District of Athol. Her family are Blood, but have not had a Jewel in the family since the Purge. Her small community feels that Jewels are dangerous, for it was the Jeweled who were executed in Witch's purge. They are focused on tending to the land as the way to avoid being slaughtered by Landen, the Jewelled Nobles, or even Mother Night herself.

    Her father, Ronan, is a skilled farmer, who would be doing better if the incessant battles between the Clans did not continuously keep him guessing. Due to the fact that they do not sit around longing for Jewels, they are skilled in what little Craft they can do.

    Besides the open warfare between Clans and Courts, threat to the Jeweless Blood communities  came from the Jeweled Blood. Especially during the Sheane Queen's rule, when no reprisals from the Court occurred. During this time, Cairi's older brother was forcibly impressed into a Clan army; he died shortly thereafter. Cairi's older sister fell victim to a brutal Warlord; the family cannot retaliate and so far the Courts have not chosen to address the matter.

    Her surviving brother Conchur is a strong and fierce fighter; ever since their crops were destroyed, he has threatened to join a Landen mercenary company. What little Basic Craft he knows would make him a powerful fighter indeed.

    Her mother Orla is a skilled herbalist and helps out within the local farming community, Landen and Jewelless Blood. Cairi learned to care for gardens from her, as well as how to preserve, can and dry plants and fruits of all sorts.

    Cairi and her brother often wandered the area, dodging Clansmen and the Jewel-ed Blood equally. Usually the family celebrated Winsol with their local farming community, but the year that the Killan Clan reclaimed the Scelt Territory Seat, the tiny local village was burnt to the ground.

    The Marr family was determined to attend. They walked for two days just to see High Priestess Bonnie lead the Winsol celebrations. The District Queen Ayla Kerry, White to Tiger Eye, supplied free food. Whilst gleefully collecting samples of every exotic offering, Cairi and her brother ended up face-to-face with the Territory Delegation.

    Priestess Bonnie immediately sensed Cairi's Priestess Caste, and swiftly initiated a Birthright Ceremony, even though Cairi was already fourteen. No one was more surprised than Cairi when she received a beautiful Summer Sky Jewel.

    Right there, in the midst of the Winsol festivities, the High Priestess performed the Birthright Ceremony not only for Cairi, but for every child Blood child brought to her.

    Warlord-Prince Brogan, the grave, powerful man who escorted High Priestess Bonnie throughout the entire celebration, gave Cairi a kerchief, and she imprinted on him like a baby bird. She considers him the ultimate male, to whom she compares all others.

    Cairi trained at the Temple nearest to Killan Keep. Cairi has not fully mastered traveling via the Winds, but she strives to be home for Winsol every year. She is well loved by her family, despite choosing a Jewel. Her brother, a Prince, has not yet chosen to permit an Offering Ceremony.

    Cairi's best friend at Temple is Finola Falkirk of Falkirk Clan, the sister of Tirlach Falkirk. She has only a descent White Jewel. Watching what even a White Jewel can do when properly used has deepened Cairi's respect for the sheer power of Jewels; depending upon the wielder, this respect sometimes edges into fear.

    The training at the Temple was difficult for Cairi. She was illiterate, she had never been taught basic table manners, let alone the Protocol and Savior-Faire that are the hallmarks of a Priestess. She knew only the Basic Craft of the Blood, with no first hand experience of Jewel-ed Craft until the day of her Birthright Ceremony.

    There was, however, a profound advantage to her utter lack of preparation. She has a deeply personal and highly instinctive connection to the Darkness. Without outside pressure, without preconceived notions of what the Darkness is, or how Communion ought to work, she was able to achieve a very clear understanding of the Darkness rare even in one of her Caste. Having experimented on her own without rivalry, Caste or competition on her mind, she is so appreciative of both her training and her peers that Communion comes easily, and Ritual work is vastly improved when she is part of the circle.

    Her Virgin Night was a bit of a challenge as she had no male relatives or friends with Jewels. In the end, given a choice between a professional from a Red Moon House and a Priest from the Temple, she requested Priest Tiarnan Devlin. He has since become a friend and confidant.

    Cairi's trainers have focused intently on Priestess Caste specialties, and secondarily on those Craft skills such as Empathy, which aide and support her roll as Priestess. She is strong in these areas, but is still struggling to catch up on her Protocol, deportment, savior-faire, and any Craft skill that does not directly impinge on her duties.

    The High Priestess has been fairly clear as to her purpose in bringing Ciari to Court. She is hoping Cairi's soothing nature and ability to either dodge or ignore the backbiting at Temple will translate to Court life. She is also a bit afraid of Clan retaliation after Lore's violence last year, and Cairi is the very best at deepening another's strength through Communion. Bonnie fears Lore may need that strength, with her darkest Jewel-ed males elsewhere.

    Show Us What You've Got



    Character in Play:

    Blueberries and Warlord-Princes
    Cairi tucked her head down, and ran along the cobbled streets of the port city of Athol Firth. It wasn't that she didn't hear her mother's command to stay close, or her father's frustrated sigh, it was that she wasn't going to waste Winsol worrying about the past. This Winsol was special, she could feel it, feel the Darkness whispering to her. The winter fog peeled away before her, and her laughter trailed behind her. The city was vibrant with life and color, as if the muted tones of winter had no purchase. While the buildings were brightly lit against winter's early dusk, it was the colors and scents of the people that fascinated her.

    Cairi dodged around a man so broad with muscle his thick brocade could barely hold it in, his embroidered tabard declaring him a member of some Court or another. She heard a cry of horror from her mother, "Ciari, stop! Stay away from the nobles!" Her father's growled gaelg command of "Fetch!" addressed to her brother made her laugh and run harder. Father wasn't being mean, it was the exact command he gave their sheep dog.

    She rolled her eyes but kept going, a wave of good natured laughter and cautions following her. These beautiful, sparkling people were nothing like she expected, so different from the distant glimpses of cruel Warlords burning farms and murdering children. Her parents were powerless against the Jeweled Nobles, so they were afraid. They were always afraid. Afraid of angry Landen, afraid of the Blood Nobles, with their Darkness-given Jewels, even afraid of other Blood they did not know.

    Cairi's mood darkened and she ran harder, trying to outrun the fear, to find again that strange sense of purpose that had called to her for months, and grown stronger as they travelled to the Athol Distrct's Court. It was Winsol, and whatever muted whispers the beloved Darkness might spare for a Jewelless child would be generously gifted on this day. So she ducked behind a knot of festively garbed ladies, each one wearing perfect, pastel colored gowns, with pale hair, gloriously pale skin and elaborate crafted hats. Silver, pale blue, cream, pink ... they were dressed like dawn's clouds come to earth, yet were shockingly alive to Cairi's senses.

    She was finely adorned herself, in a beautiful skirt cut down from one of her mother's. It had four FOUR! ruffles, two bows, and a lopsided flower arrangement (which she had added herself, to hide the single patch). Her long, dark hair was tied back with yet another bit of ruffle scavenged from the original skirt. She was no pale cloud, but a sturdy tree or clod of earth; tanned skin, black hair, dark blue eyes! She laughed again, reminded not merely of the beauty of the skirt, but of warm nights working on it with her mother, her dad bringing home that all important fourth ruffle, even her brother carefully picking out her stitches when she'd tangled her thread beyond all repair.

    That bubble of joy slowed her headlong pace, and right in time, too. She smelled something, something wonderful. She tilted her head back and scented the air, exactly as she had seen her father's dogs do. The scent was elusive, like lightening and blueberry jam on a pancake. It made her hungry, yet it wasn't food at all. She sniffed again before she could catch herself, then flinched and glanced around the courtyard. Her brother, Conchur stood behind her, scarcely breathing hard despite chasing her through the Winsol fair. He was annoyingly fit and strong, and she'd back him in any sort of real fight against almost anyone. Almost.

    "Stop putting on airs, Airhead!" Conchur hissed with all of the authority of his seventeen years. He was dark, too, much taller than her or the delicately garbed ladies around them. He was clearly spooked to be surrounded by the enemy.

    Her stomach plummeted through her feet, as she realized the vast gulf between her family and the very wealthy people around her, with their glittering jewelry and not a single patch to be found. Her shoulders hunched defensively, expecting a chorus of disapproval and perhaps a cuff on the head for forgetting her place, but no blow came. No Escort or Guardsman chased them back where they belonged. These nobles ate, laughed, sniffed the air and even occasionally smiled at her. Perhaps because it was Winsol, or maybe it was because a man walked by with a huge tray of rolled meat, but no one scolded her and she relaxed once more.

    The silver-garbed lady, complete with silvery hair, silvery eyes and a silvery laugh, plucked a large meat roll off of the tray and handed it to Cairi. "Here you are my dear; after chasing the waiter so determinedly, you mustn't forgo your prize!"

    Cairi grinned ear to ear and attempted a little curtesy, but she wasn't exactly sure what to do with her feet, and her hands had a death-grip on the meat. She sniffed experimentally, but scented only cheese within the meat roll; not that elusive blueberries and lightening scent, so alien yet hauntingly familiar. She studied the Silver Lady, who smelled of sunshine and roses, and seemed faintly familiar, but she wasn't ... wasn't right. Wasn't what called to her and promised answers.

    The Silver Lady leaned closer to whisper, "You need to bend your knees more, and the curtesy looks better if you keep your back straight." She patted Ciari gently on the shoulder, and nodded approvingly to a nervous Conchur before stepping to the side to engage another glittering lady in conversation.

    And they did glitter, this cluster of Lords and Ladies; they had an energy, a life, a power to them that drew Cairi like a magnet. They filled the air with colors as they talked, left exotic scents behind them when they walked, and buffeted her psychic senses from all directions. Despite their pale physical colors, they were exotic, Jewel-toned flowers to her other senses; a prism of out-of-season blooms in the middle of winter. She swiftly handed her brother half of her roll as a bribe; he was always hungry. She took another deep breath and a trill of laughter escaped her as that haunting scent of blueberries and lightening reached her. She bounced in place a few times, and took a bite of her newly won meat roll.


    An odd pressure drew her gaze to the left, to a man just stepping out of the Temple. He was dark, like her, but more; he was dressed in black from head to toe. He was dark and powerful, with riveting blue eyes, powerful hands and dark hair. Although aggressively fit, he felt heavy! Despite being across the square from her, his presence was smothering. She couldn't breathe, couldn't even swallow her bite of meat roll. She devoured him with her eyes, baffled, afraid and drawn to him all at once. He moved with the grace and arrogance of a predator, even these powerful people instinctively clearing a path for him. He walked towards her, each step closer heightening that odd sense of pressure. Her gaze swept him from battle-damaged boots to perfect corselet, and she recognized something in him. It was like coming home to a complete stranger but she belonged, somehow. He was perfect. Broad shoulders, smokey, dangerous eyes. She didn't need to ask to know he was a Jeweled male, even though she had never knowingly been this close to one. He paced nearer to her, and when their eyes met, gave her a polite smile.

    Her brother Conchur stepped protectively closer to her, his fear and anger a grating counterpoint to the stranger's implacable calm. Conchur's wooden walking stick would be as useless against the man's sword as Conchur's Jewel-less Craft would be against the stranger's Jewel, but Cairi knew her brother would try, if he thought her at risk. Especially after last time. She shoved her remaining bit of roll at her brother, trying to project calm.

    This jeweled male would never, ever hurt her. He was a hero.

    And Cairi was certain he wore a Black Jewel, was the Territory Queen's Consort, the Killan Clan Laird, and the fiercest, most dangerous warrior in all of Scelt. He was surely the tallest man ever, and must have a lovely singing voice. He was everything she'd ever imagined from song and story, only he was real.

    Her heart finally began beating again, although she couldn't yet take a breath. She simply stared, as he gathered up several meat rolls, and handed one to a regal, elderly lady behind him. Cairi blinked, and shook her head, suddenly confused. The regal lady drew her, but Cairi's attention was focused on the dark warrior. She tried to scent the air but her lungs weren't working yet.

    A firm, commanding voice demanded her attention. "Hello, young lady," the regal Lady seemed to be speaking to the place Cairi was standing, but not even her own mother thought she was a 'lady.' "Well met, Escort." That polite phrase seemed just as misplaced when addressed to her brother Conchur. "This is Warlord-Prince Brogan." The lady paused a moment, clearly expecting a response other than bafflement. Then she reiterated with emphasis, "Warlord-Prince."

    Spoiler: Bonnie Macleod (click to show/hide)

    Conchur stiffened and placed his hand on Cairi's shoulder in warning, but Cairi's smile widened in true delight, and a satisfied sigh escaped her, accompanied by her first breath since Brogan appeared. The lightening and blueberry scent was nearly overpowered by the scent of the Warlord-Prince. She attempted to speak, to tell the kind and oddly familiar woman that she could have guessed he was a Warlord-Prince. Because he really was just like all of the legends! But only a few breathy, unintelligible syllables escaped. She reached out a sticky hand to touch the hem of the sleeve of the Lady, trying to express her delight, concern and the odd need that had drawn her across the entire festival.

    So gracefully that it seemed careless, even easy, yet so swiftly that her sticky fingers had not yet soiled pristine cloth, Warlord-Prince Brogan Appeared a kerchief and wiped her fingers clean. He left her in possession of his monogrammed treasure, and she blushed in confusion, dropping her eyes and struggling desperately to speak. She bobbed her hopelessly unpracticed curtesy.

    "Oh, my," the regal, blueberry scented lady said. "That will never do. We can't have a young Priestess staring wild-eyed at you, Brogan. She doesn't even remember how to curtesy!" The words were teasing, and won a warmer smile from Brogan. "My dear," the Lady chided Cairi gently. "Remember your protocol lessons. A less well controlled Warlord-Prince might very well be driven to violence from a direct, challenging gaze."

    Cairi's eyes widened and she almost dropped the kerchief, but she would never drop his kerchief, she'd keep it forever. She glanced behind her, quickly, looking for the Priestess referred to, before returning her attention to the Dark Prince and the Blueberry Lady.

    That is when it hit her. Although the Dark Prince was far heavier, denser, like the center of a mincemeat pie, the Blueberry Lady was the one with the tantalizingly familiar scent, the lightning and blueberry scent. She was the one for whom Cairi felt such instant kinship. She bit her lip and swallowed nervously, took a shuddering breath, and finely spoke. "Pleased to meet you, Warlord-Prince Brogan. Your Queen is very kind." She bobbed another awkward curtesy, but could not quite bear to ask for the Lady's name, since she was clearly expected to know it. She studied the snow-haired lady who smelled like blueberries and lightening, who was a complete stranger and yet felt achingly familiar.

    Because she was watching so closely, she caught the tiny moment of consternation; the complete stillness, the sharpened gaze and pursed lips from the Blueberry Lady. She felt a brief wash of cold anger from the Dark Prince. She looked between them helplessly and then Cairi deliberately let her fear and tension fade. "Did I say it wrong?" She straightened her back and lowered her shoulders, letting her arms fall comfortably to her side, with all of the instinctive grace of a born Priestess. It was surrender, the result of instinct, not training. She did manage to secret her precious Kerchief into her pocket. "I've never met a Jeweled Blood before." She didn't add, 'I wasn't supposed to now', but the guilty look over her shoulder towards her parents was very eloquent on its own. They were barred from following her into the courtyard by that same heavily-muscled man who had let Cairi and her brother both through with a laugh.

    The Blueberry Lady was silent for a long time. When she spoke, her voice was gentle. "Was there no Priestess at your Birthright Ceremony?" The glance she gave Conchur held a terrible, bitter sorrow. " ... For either of you?"

    Cairi blushed and shook her head. "We don't do that anymore ... Not for a long time." She lifted her head and stared proudly back at them both. "We're farmers now, doing what the Blood ought to do ... And safe from Witch, because we have no Jewels!" She was a little lost on exactly why working the land made up for past wrongs, but her parents were adamant about it.

    Brogan's soft, ironic laughter sent the tingles through her spine again, and derailed all conscious thought. She just smiled at him, only vaguely aware that he was no doubt laughing at her.

    The Blueberry Lady spoke quite firmly then, "I am not a Queen, but High Priestess Bonnie Macleod." Her voice firmed to command. "How old are you?"

    Cairi struggled to drag her attention away from the Dark Prince, and then gave a whoop of startled triumph. "You're right here! The real High Priestess; Darkness knows, I needed to find you. No wonder you smell like Blueberries and Lightening! We walked two days just to hear your service. I love blueberries!" Her words ran out, because she didn't really know why she needed the High Priestess, couldn't remember the answers whispered to her in the Darkness while she prayed. Cairi stared hungrily at this representative of Mother Night, and locked her hands together to keep from hugging the High Priestess.

    "How old, both of you?" Brogan's voice was serious, intent.

    "Eleven, Sir Dark Prince." She answered, sharing her joyful smile between them.

    "Fourteen, Sir." Conchur's grip on his slightly crazy sister tightened. She was overjoyed to have found a whole pile of Jeweled trouble but he had no reason to trust these powerful strangers, and a keen memory of how he lost his two older siblings.

    The High Priestess' eyebrow rose, and her languid, relaxed manner vanished. "Then we have no time to loose. Brogan, please find their parents; I must speak with them. I will begin the Priestess' Birthright Ceremony immediately. This Prince is too old to safely attempt his Birthright Ceremony, and too young for his Offering." She touched Conchur lightly on the shoulder. "Help Warlord-Prince Brogan find your parents. I will do all I can to help you both."

    She turned to the Silver Lady, who was watching intently. "Bring me every Jewelless Blood at this festival who is between the ages of eight and," she glanced at Cairi and clearly amended what she had been about to say, "fourteen. I don't want to miss even one child. Tomorrow we will discuss Offerings and this strange cult of rejection."

    The High Priestess of Blueberries grasped Ciari's hand and pulled her towards the Temple she had only just exited.

    Petitions (if any):  None. :)

    Player Name: Idariel

Offline Cairi Marr

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      Aide to the High Priestess

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      Scelt

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      Idariel

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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #1 on: Oct 13, 15, 07:45:00 PM »
Hello!

May I please have a general roll for her Jewels,

1 descent only roll for her friend,

And if I am allowed to use her family rolls on more of Yseult's Clan and Court,
as many family roles as I can have.

Thank you!!!!!
Idariel

Offline Jamie

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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #2 on: Oct 26, 15, 08:27:49 AM »
Per the request of General Random...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Summer Sky birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Green Jewel at your offering.

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Congratulations



We have a maximum of 5 family rolls per character. Alternatives to supplying jewels for family allow the writer to select Jewels up to a Green descent for living family or up to a Red descent for deceased family.

1. Tiger Eye - Summer Sky
2. Rose - Opal
3. Purple Dusk - Green
4. Purple Dusk - Green
5. Purple Dusk - Green










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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #3 on: Nov 10, 15, 07:57:01 PM »
Jamie!

I need plot approval for Cairi, especially in regard to:

A) moral code
B) Brogan in the story. He says one line; we can change any or all of it!
C) Bonnie in the story.

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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #4 on: Nov 14, 15, 06:17:43 PM »
Acknowledging that I've been requested to review from a Plot Leader perspective and that I've added it to my queue of tasks to do for BR.










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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #5 on: Nov 17, 15, 03:09:36 PM »
Cairi is ready for her approval review the moment Jamie is happy with her!

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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #6 on: Nov 17, 15, 03:55:25 PM »
I shall make it easy and do the review and the plot approval at the same time ;)










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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #7 on: Nov 21, 15, 10:30:46 AM »
I totally forgot that Jamie was slated to look at this one, so I just did a first pass. Apologies. Jamie still needs to give plot approval, though!

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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #8 on: Nov 22, 15, 04:27:25 AM »
Jamie, Phinneas -

I made the changes requested, ready for the next round.
Thank you for the help!!

Idariel

P.S. I am totally willing to write a shorter story, and save the too long one for December!

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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #9 on: Nov 23, 15, 12:13:18 PM »
Jamie, Phinneas,

Cairi should be ready for the next round of review.

Thank you, excellent feed back!

I made the requested changes, just need confirmation her new age works with everyone!

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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #10 on: Nov 24, 15, 09:10:47 AM »
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Re: Cairi Marr
« Reply #11 on: May 10, 17, 10:53:43 AM »
This character has been marked as Inactive

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