KaskaChee/Mud Rat Brownie/Shaman

[KaskaChee]

Name: KaskaChee  (Kaska is her name, whilst Chee is a title of respect in her tribe, loosely translating to “Shaman”)

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Race: Brownie

Tribe: Mud Rat Brownie

Occupation: Ex-shaman and unofficial explorer

Title: Sanguinary Shaman

Height: 16 nailsbreaths

Weight: A tenth of an od

Physical Appearance:

Having developed in the darkness and stink of the sewers, Kaska’s tribe are not noted for their beauty.  Her body is rather disproportional, with short stubby legs and overly large shoulders and head.  Arms seem slightly apelike in their length, reaching to just below her hard and knobbly bottom.  They are thick and muscled at the shoulders, but gradually get thinner and wirier as they taper towards the wrists.  Her hands are broad and chunky with short, stubby fingers.  Again, stuck on the ends of her slimmer wrists, they seem slightly too big for the limbs they are attached to.

Kaska’s skin is hard, rough, and rather patchy in colour.  Across her shoulders and other more muscly parts it is a very dark brown, noticeably lightening on her face, breasts and stomach.  It also has a very slight reddish tinge to it.  As this is a colour which her particular tribe associate with the dark spirits (though normally blood-red), the Shaman flaunts it, even among those outside her tribe who do not give it the same significance, claiming it is a sign of their approval and proof that she is destined to be the greatest Shaman that ever lived.

The Shaman’s large head is dominated by large bulging brow ridges.  These shade equally over-sized eyes framed with thick brown lashes.  Her eyes are a shade of pale brown – much lighter than the rest of her body.  When sunlight or firelight catches them they seem to reflect some of it back, giving them a strange orangey-red glow.

Her hair is the same colour as the darkest shade of her skin and rather frizzy.  It forms a tangled bushy mane around her head, straggling down to her shoulders.  The red threads which she braids into enhances the association with the spiritual and sacred colour.  The overall effect is rather explosive and wild looking, which of course is the point as she believes the weirder she looks, the more feared and respected she will be. 

She is also slightly above average when it comes to height, adding to her commanding presence.  The Rat Brownie pushes her shoulders back, walking rather more upright than is usual for her stunted race to take advantage of every grain of height.   She holds her head high, and has a habit of glaring haughtily at others who are not already rushing to do her bidding.
 
Clothing:

Not blessed with any sense of fashion, or in fact any knowledge of how to make real clothes, Kaska wears a strange combination of crudely stitched rags.  Anything which she considers fitting of her station is added to what she is already wearing, so that the garment seems to grow and diminish around her frame.  Coloured fabrics were much prized among her tribe as they were so rarely found, so Kaska loves anything bright.  Red is her favourite colour by far, and anything in that colour is quickly added to the ensemble. Her outfit is normally an orangey-rainbow mish-mash of material fragments held together with thread, string and other fragments.

Kaska’s feet usually go bare although she does possess two crude wooden spurs for when she wants to have better control of her rat mount.  These are simply two pieces of wood which have been carved to sit along the outside of each foot, curving inwards once they pass the heel and sharpening to a blunted point. Whilst the side which sits against her foot has been sanded smooth, the outer edge has several thin notches.  The spurs are bound onto the foot with leather thongs and these notches keep the device in place.

In regards to jewellery, the Shaman has several bone amulets and charms which contrast strikingly with her dark skin.  These are threaded onto blackened leather thongs and looped about her neck and waist, adding to the randomness of her extremely organic-looking outfit.

Personality:

Kaska’s attitude is shaped by the feeling that she needs to retain her status, although she does not feel the same overwhelming sense of superiority as she once did.  The world as she was taught it places Rat Brownies above all other races, followed by other Brownies, the rest of the sentient races and finally all other animals.  And as those who can commune with the dark spirits themselves are the most powerful of the Rat Brownies, she naturally deserves a little respect. Although her time among humans has taught her that it is not worth trying to enforce this hierarchy on other races, she still cannot bring herself to like a human who is not at least polite.  And that goes for any other race as well.

However, Kaska is not the same Rat Brownie who first walked out of the underground lair.  Her way of living, beliefs, world perception, even her views on humans have all been challenged since then.  On the one hand this has made her far more adaptable to change, but it has forced her to be less certain as well.  She is more humble and not quite as rigidly sure of her own superiority as before.

The beliefs and practices which Kaska was brought up with can often cause her to be classed within the clasic "evil" bracket.  Although the Rat Brownie neither enjoys nor seeks violence, she does see it as a useful tool in getting people to bend to her way of thinking.  Life is precious (why else would the spirits demand so much of it) but pain serves as a reminder to behave better in future, especially where the fear of the dark spirits doesn’t work.  She is not above using any method she can get her hands on to convince people her spirits exist, and even enjoys the challenge of the manipulation.

The Rat Brownie could easily be called selfish, although in fact the welfare of her tribe back home is also important to her.  Everything she does, she does for her own personal gain, or to further her knowledge of the outside world which she will eventually take back to the clan.  As well as this the Shaman regards long-term gain as just as important as immediate rewards, so often if she can see a potential return for herself in the future, she is not adverse to helping out.  Unless the task is well below her station of course.  She also is devoted to taking care of her rat mount, and shows it a good deal of affection and attention. This is mainly a recognition of the animal's value and usefulness rather than attachment on her part. It protects Kaska and aids her quest, and so she makes sure it is fed, watered and relatively happy because it performs best that way.

KaskaChee has a seemingly insatiable thirst for knowledge which she can see a use for in the future.  New Tharian vocabulary, details about what is happening around her and information on ways of tricking the eye of an audience are things she always has one ear out for.   Although it is her duty and the point of her quest to discover these things, she is also fascinated by the facts themselves: the young Shaman lives for new knowledge.  For the sake of a little information she will lower herself to speak with almost anyone, whether they respect her or not.  The Tharian is not an interest in itself, but she knows that the only way to understand the other stuff she picks up is to learn it, and so she constantly wants to improve her speech too.

Strengths:

~ Belief ~ The little Brownie's beliefs guide and motivate her to carry on her quest for knowledge.

~ Shaman Training ~ Kaska is used to having to be centre stage, performing in front of crowds of other Brownies to keep their belief alive.  She knows several tricks to help this along including a powerful, slightly spooky stage manner, a sense of how to hold a crowd in suspense, and the knowledge of a few of powdery substances which can be thrown into a fire to make different coloured sparks shoot up. Although she has no actual magical knowledge, she adores the power of people imagining that she does.  She is also used to debating complex issues and persuading people to her point of view.  The little Brownie can argue surprisingly well for someone with a still-basic knowledge of Tharian.

~ Rat Steed ~  Kaska rides a large, sleek albino rat.  The animal help means she can move much faster than she would on foot, and carry much more too.  When the Shaman and her rat travel light they are very speedy and nimble indeed, being easily able to escape a human if there is a small hidey-hole nearby.

~ Intelligence ~ The Shaman is considered somewhat of an intellectual by her tribe, being able to count all the way up to 10 with only minimal difficulty. She also managed to teach herself some Tharian and picks up more and more every day.  Her quick mind gives her a quick reaction to any new turn of events and helps her learn new things with suprising speed.

~ Dagger ~ Due to an abundance of practice on the sacrificial altar, Kaska handles her dagger easily.  However, this is more a ceremonial tool than a combat weapon; more useful for scaring off nosy cats than actually engaging an enemy.

~ Spears ~ When the Rat Brownie was younger, she often used spears whilst warring with the other tribe, or for hunting the rats in the sewers.  Since she lost the other members of her troop, the Brownie has become more adept with these. They are often used as a scare tactic in combination with a little alchemical trickery though, as they are not really big enough to do real damage.

Weaknesses:

~ Cultural Misunderstandings ~  Although Kaska's Tharian is close to fluent, metaphors and other flowery language often confuse her.  Phrases that are not purely literal can throw her off the theme of the conversation, and the Rat Brownie cannot easily get back into it, especially if a number of people are talking among themselves.  She also finds some things that are taken for granted by most of the population quite incomprehensible.  Why is darkness bad and light good?  Why do people hate rats more than other rodents?  Why will they eat horses and cows but not dogs and cats?  These simple things can lead to a huge gap in understanding between her and a companion.

~ Size~ Small and highly squishable, Kaska is very vulnerable to attacks from bigger people. Trying to survive in a world built by bigger people for their own size causes her daily problems such as trying to cross a busy street without being stepped on, or getting herself noticed by a shopkeeper.  It also means that he weapons are not much danger to anything larger than a small cat.

~ Odour and Appearance~ The tribe were never really big on washing so why should Kaska start now?  Her somewhat ripe smell does not endear her to people.  Her appearance is also extremely strange, and whilst it might cause fear among other members of her tribe, it does not promote a good image for outsiders.

~ Rat Companions ~ People don’t like rats in general and although Kaska’s is not the thieving plague-ridden kind (the Brownie does that herself) it does not give her a good, approachable image.  Often people will chase the rat away before they even see its Brownie mistress.

History:

Kaska’s early life was as hard as any Rat Brownie’s.  Living under the city of Milkengrad, her clan survived by scavenging off the refuse in the sewers or hunting the fat, vicious rats that inhabited them.  She learnt what was edible at a pretty young age on the basis that anything which one did not puke up was food.  The seasoning of hunger made most things taste good.  The young Brownie had no formal teaching from her parents, she learnt by following their example and through her own mistakes.  Her father gave her some of his throwing spears and allowed her to tag along on hunting trips with him and her siblings.  None of the younger ones were allowed to try for a kill until their father had thrown his spear, preventing them from startling the prey before he was ready.  The punishment for alerting the animal to their whereabouts was severe because it meant the entire family had lost a vital meal.  The culprit would be beaten for their discrepancy and banned from hunting trips for a period of time, as well as suffering the name calling and anger of the rest of the hungry family.  Kaska was not bad at it, but neither was she particularly talented.  Grubbing around in the muddy sewers for food did not appeal to her, but then who did it appeal too?  It was that or starve.

Even more important than filling their bellies was the appeasement of the many dark spirits who they worshiped.  These spirits required regular ceremonies and sacrifices and anyone who could produce any way of pleasing with them could command a great deal of power.  Of course the better the sacrifice the better appeased the spirit would be, and with Brownies being naturally the best race, raids and wars were quite commonplace between all the tribes in the area.  Although the aim was increasing power of one’s tribe and to capture other Brownies for the altar, the wars killed many more as well.  Kaska inherited the tribes fear and respect for these god-like beings and a quiet awe for the amount of effort which went into appeasing them.

 However, she wasn’t above taking some of their power over the tribe for her own.  Her skin had always had a strange redish tinge to it, something her mother was very proud of as red was a holy colour and quite rare in their area.  Kaska saw this as something she could use to her advantage.  The youngster began to hang around the more religiously inclined members of her tribe.  With the daily struggle to find food there was no particular “Shaman” or religious leader as such, but those who knew the rituals which needed to be performed were respected and earned the title of “Chee” after a few decades of service. 

Most of the tribe shied away from any more dealings with the spirits than strictly necessary, so Kaska was allowed to help with the proceedings, grinding power to make red paint, sharpening sacrificial knives and fetching water for the soon-to-be altar victims.  The work took her closer to the rituals themselves where she could watch the process and memorise it for herself.  The young Brownie would always manage to be the one serving the food and/or liquor when a religious discussion was taking place, hankering after anything which could come in useful later on. 

Stories also helped to ingrain the fear of the spirit’s power into young minds. They spoke of dark encounters with less-than-easy-going gods, the amazing deeds of those who had the spirit’s approval or even the legendary Arxxt the Bold.   A couple even told of the almost legendary world above ground, whose beauty was matched only by the dangers which roamed it.  As well as a teaching aid, these tales were often used to back up arguments over tribal decisions.  If the spirits punished so-and-so for doing something in a story it served as a pretty powerful reason over why the clan shouldn’t. Kaska learnt them by heart.

Kaska was reaching the age of 22, and was now a fully practicing Shaman, when something happened to the tribe which no-one could remember occurring or even hearing about before.  A group of hunters brought back a bundle they had found washed down from one of the larger sewers.  A live bundle.  It was an unconscious little child Brownie, but not a Rat Brownie.  Its limb’s were slender and spindly, its skin a strange unnatural-looking shade of green.  And the clothes!  Although they were obviously soaked through and covered in all types of slime, they were so different to the rags the tribe were used to.  They fit the little body perfectly with tiny neat stitches all around the edges, and a the pattern of a sun picked out in beads on her chest.  And strangest of all, it carried with it a beautiful steel weapon, a decorated, child-sized sword.

The tribes reactions were a mixture of awe, fear and anger.  Who was this child that it should possess such a valuable weapon?  The Rat Brownies had almost no metal at all as the occasion Brownie-sized tool which fell into the sewers usually went to the bottom of the murky water and was never found.  So a metal weapon, and such a beautiful one, was almost unheard of.  And yet here was a mere child with a steel sword?  Steel meant money, which meant that wherever the child had been, it had been prosperous, loved.  The stories had always told them how impossible it was to live above ground, were these all lies?  What could they trust if not their legends? Arguments raged between the tribe’s leaders and even the rest of the members were reluctant to obey orders in the confusion.   Kaska saw her chance for power and took it.

The confident Brownie went to the tribe’s leader and offered to go up into the outside world and find out the answers to the questions they had.  She could take the child and find where he came from, and maybe a source of the beautiful steel weapons too.  The thing could not speak their language at the moment, but she could teach it, and maybe it could teach her what the people above spoke.  What made Kaska want to go was the power of the knowledge she would bring back.  All the other Shamans would have to come to her for advice, whether they wanted to or not.  The thought of that kind of power was intoxicating.

The clan’s leader, desperate to bring back some sort of calm and order or at least look as if he was doing something about the situation, accepted her plan.  Despite the other shaman’s opposition, he defended her, facing all their arguments with his own well-practised remarks.  Leader was not a position one held long if one could not gain the upper hand, and ultimately he held the power of decision.  However, Kaska did not get everything her own way.  The other Shamans were not about to allow her sole power over the knowledge she was being sent to accrue, so they insisted on giving her a companion who would be in charge of remembering the information.  Dniv was the clan’s best storyteller, a master at putting old legends into attractive verse.  A Brownie called Bron who was known for his fighting and weapon-making skills was also assigned to her, as well as a young female Brownie, Ütah, as a maid and apprentice.  However, she did get given the sword itself, as a sort of tailsman against what she was going to face outside.

Kaska spent a lot of the next few months with the young Milken Brownie, determinedly learning it's language.  It was hard at first to get the small creature to understand what exactly she wanted it to do, especially as it was more used to playing than working.  Kaska treated it as she had been treated whilst growing up; do well and you get fed, play up and you go hungry.  It worked, eventually, and she learnt to converse with it.  It seemed to enjoy the company really, as no-one else cared enough to visit it's cage for longer than it took to drop off a plate of scraps.  Sometimes she would even take the small child out to teach it how to care for her newly bought rat mount.  This magnificent animal was the result of her trading a considerable number of the possessions she had built up over the years.  Of course she wasn't going to need them very soon, and this beast was far more useful.  Brilliantly white and creamy-furred, the sleek male rat was a rare albino, with startling pinkish red eyes.  He had already been taught to bite and snap on command, but Kaska needed to make sure he knew she was his new master.  The animal learnt quickly, and seemed to accept her authority far quicker than the Brownie child had.

More than six months after the Milken child had fallen into their little comunity, the group were ready to set off on their travels.  As well as the Shaman's mount, they took another packrat to carry their belongings and a few supplies.  Kaska and her young apprentice were performing nightly rituals to make as sure as possible that the spirits knew the reason for their journey and approved.  Perhaps the usually malignant entities would see fit to aid them, but at the very least the group hoped to be protected from their anger.  A prisoner was forced to come with them until just below the surface and with her bodyguards' help to hold him still enough, Kaska performed one last sacrifice to draw the spirits' goodwill to their venture.  A quick meal where everyone was too nervous to really eat much, and they were ready to go.

The Shaman led the way along the last tunnel leading her own riding rat behind her.  Gradually, but noticeably to the Brownies, the way got lighter and brighter.  Suddenly they rounded a courner and the light was almost blinding - up ahead the bright rays streamed into the familiar-seeming passage, turning the walls into a shining, knobbly mass.  Heat seemed to radiate from everywhere around them; they felt it every time they touched a wall or put their foot on a new rock.  The two animals became uneasy, picking up their owners' anxiety.  But the young Milken Brownie they had brought with them darted joyfully towards the opening, obviously eager to escape the band now that he stood a chance of finding his way home.  However, Kaska was quicker, grabbing him by the shirt and flinging him back against the wall.  Bron swooped into action too, quickly tying the erant child's hands together and holding the end tightly.

They were lucky that the sun was just settling down for the night when they emerged - otherwise it's brightness would probably have blinded them.  As it was they learnt very quickly how to hide from the rays during the day, and come out to investigate the town during the night. The Brownie Child, still carefully watched so that he could not get away, helped them make their way around the place.  He taught them where to get food from, how to count money and buy things, even how to order in a tavern, and the ways round the heavy Santharian currency. At first the little creature was too terrified of Kaska to do anything but help them in the best possible way it could, but the temptation of escaping from its fate became stronger and stronger the longer they were in its home city.  One day it plucked up the courage to direct them all into a group of highly armed Milken Brownie guards.  The Milken's hated for the Rat Brownies was not concealed, and it was only through Kaska's quick thinking that they managed to signal the idea of giving over the child for their own lives.  They managed to flee the city, Kaska seething with all the rage of someone used to undisputed obedience, but who should have really seen the attack coming.

And so they began the seemingly aimless wandering around the northern parts of Southern Sarvonia.  The Shaman herself learnt more and more Tharian until she could actually hold a conversation, and the group found they quite enjoyed the far richer pickings and the occasional stays in taverns when they found something worth selling.  Questions began to plague them - why were these people, who didn't worship the dark spirits, so seemingly better off than their tribe?  Kaska was not that easily beaten though, and formulated a startling new theory.  If these people were not worshipping the spirits, then that must be the reason why the Rat Brownies were forced to sacrifice so many of their own, to live in the darkness and pacify it.  If only these abominal creatures did their fair share, then Rat Brownies would be able to take part in this world too.  She began to take an interest in what passed for religion in these parts too.

Winter struck the little group hard. They were not used to having to dress themselves against the cold winds and heavy rains of the outside.  Underground it may be cold, but it was consitant and predictable.  A hail storm - with huge chucks of ice the size of the Brownies' fists - took out their pack-rat fairly early on, throwing the little group into chaos as they could carry very little food with them.  All the creatures, which had been so plentiful before, had disappeared with the cold, and there were no leaves on the trees or berries or anything edible.  Slowly, despite Kaska's determination to get them to a city, were they could steal what they needed, the troop began to perish - little Üta first, Kaska's apprentice, then Dniv the bard under the first flurry of snow.  Kaska herself was thin and near starvation, living on willpower more than anything more solid.  Even Bron was wasting away, his usually musular figure shrinking drastically. 

However, it wasn't the cold or hunger that got him - it was a fox, a young mother who had pupped out of season and was almost as starving as they were.  Kaska saw the beast leap at her bodyguard and jumped at it on her rat mount, snarling and hissing in frustration and desperation.  She struck lucky for once and one of her throwing spears hit it's eye, causing the beast to howl in pain and retreat.  Kaska was too late - Bron lay on the ground, crushed by the fox's leap.  The Rat Brownie screamed her anger to the world in a long, high pitched howl.  She did not grieve for him, as she had not really done for the others, but she felt the loss of her last companion deeply.  Never had she felt so alone and afraid as that moment, and her scream helped release the feeling.  She did not have the luxory of grieving long, nor of wasting valuable food.  She took her knife to the body of her companion and sent up a quick prayer to his spirit in thanks for the meal, just as was her custom.  It was the first time in her life when she couldn't bring herself to feel that intense thankfulness she usually did.  The meat saved her life though, and she was able to make it on to the nearest town, alone.

The red-clothed Shaman did not go back to her tribe, even as the years dragged on far past the time she had planned to return.  She told herself it was because she had so much more yet to find out, and that was true in a way, because the thrill of daily discoveries had caught her in it's grip and she was almost obsessed by it.  The humans fasinated her and she spent many evenings in taverns gradually picking up Tharian, as well as their customs and habits.  Eventually she became more-or-less understandable and began selling things she'd found in the streets in exchange for extra supplies.  She became an expert at hunting the rats which plagued the cities and better at cooking their meat as well.  The Shaman intergrates herself in human life as much as possible, telling herself it was all in the pursuit of knowledge rather than the company she so desperatly craves.

Weapons:

Kaska’s steel dagger is her most prized possession, even more so that her rat mount.  Although it was made as a child’s sword rather than a dagger, it is a beautifully crafted object with a long smooth blade and decorated handle.  A pattern of concentric circles centres on a tiny ruby.  The blade is probably more decorative than hard wearing, but as she mainly uses it for sacrificial purposes it isn’t exposed to risky battles very often.

Attached to the Shaman’s rat’s harness are two throwing spears, one on either side of the animal.  Like all the tribe’s spears they are simply straight pieces of wood which have been sharpened to a point.

Belongings:

One bone plate
One bone eating knife
Five different amulets and charms made of carved bone or stone, threaded onto whatever coloured thread or string she could find.
Basic cooking utensils (bone, wood or leather)
Dry, fast-catching tinder

Kaska's old alchemical knowledge has grown since she came above ground and discovered the wealth of different powers and potions to be found there.  Some of the things she typically tries to get hold of (although she won't have all at them at once most likely...and probably doesn't call them by these names herself...):

- Copper powder (turns flames green)
- Powdered Arsenic (turns flames a light blue, also a useful poison, although expensive)
- Mushroom spores (throw them on a fire, they rise up and glow)
- Dried Moss (it burns quickly)
- Table Salt (yellow flame)
- Brimstone powder (burns blue and smells ick)
- Kerostone (burning rock - she can't get this often, only for special audiences)
- Glowcap Mushrooms, or the powdered Gnome paste if she can get it (they glow spookily)

Familiar:

~ A nameless City Rat
A young male rat is Kaska’s personal steed.  He is trained to lash out with teeth and claws if necessary as well as obey a small range of both vebal and non-vebal commands.  This means that she can still control him whilst not mounted to a certain extent.  No-one else is allowed to ride him.  He is smaller than average, although still about 45 nailsbreaths long including tail, lighter, sleeker and also an extremly rare albino.  His unnatural red eyes and white fur add to her strange other-worldly image, and although she does not pamper him or treat him like anything other than a working animal, she does make sure he gets the special care befitting his high value.

[Simonne Miller]

You asked me to take a look at Kaska's S&W, so here I am

Strengths:

~ Belief ~ Kaska’s religion guides her and gives her decisions weight.  She uses the fear of the dark spirits to make her followers do her bidding, and she has a good amount of practice in debating complex issues.

~ Minions ~ By far her most valuable assets are the three Brownies and one large rat who make up her escort.  They give her added protection as well as doing menial tasks like scavenging and cooking food.  Two rats Is it one rat, two rats or three? also accompany them, one carrying their luggage and one acting as Kaska’s steed.  The animal help means the little band can move much faster than they usually would, especially Kaska herself.  When the Shaman and her rat go out alone they Your sentence isn't complete

~ Intelligence ~ The Shaman is considered somewhat of an intellectual by her tribe, being able to count all the way up to 10 without only minimal difficulty. without difficulty or with only minimal difficultyShe also managed to teach herself minimal Tharian and picks up more and more every day.  Her quick mind gives her a quick reaction to any new turn of events and helps her retain control over her escort too.

~ Dagger ~ Due to an abundance of practice on the sacrificial altar, Kaska handles her dagger easily.  However, this is more a cerimonial tool than a combat weapon; more useful for scaring off nosy cats than actually engaging an enemy.

~ Spears ~ When the Rat Brownie was younger, she often used spears whilst warring with the other tribe, or for hunting the rats in the sewers.  Although it has been many years since she has had to do this regularly, she has not completly lost the skill.

Weaknesses:

~ Very Basic Tharian ~ Although she tries to learn more every day, Kaska’s contributions to conversations are generally single words.   Her deep, guttural accent can also hinder her, as her speech sounds rather like grunting. 

~ Size~ Small and highly squishable, Kaska is very vulnerable to attacks from bigger people. Trying to survive in a world built by bigger people for their own size causes her daily problems such as trying to cross a busy street without being stepped on, or getting herself noticed by a shopkeeper.  It also means that her and her entourage's weapons are pretty much ineffective against much more than a medium-sized dog.

~ Odour and Appearence~ The tribe were never really big on washing so why should Kaska start now?  Her somewhat ripe smell does not endear her to people.  Her appearance is also extremley strange, and whilst it might cause fear among other members of her tribe, it does not promote a good image for outsiders.

~ Stress of Leadership ~ Managing the party and making them do her bidding is not always an easy task.  Kaska knows that it is only fear which binds them to her and must work hard to keep that fear strong enough.  In the world they have gone into they discover many things which contradict their own rigid beliefs, and the Shaman must always be ready with answers and arguments to keep their faith (and their fear) strong.

You could also add the rats as a weakness - namely, that people generally don't like this particular animal, and might start chasing them away before they see that there's small folk going with them I think that when you add that, you're balanced out

[KaskaChee]

Thankyou Simonne

Just lifting this up so I don't loose it.  I have changed it to fit your comments  on my Word version, which I'll pop up here as soon as I'm finished with it today

[KaskaChee]

I think I could possibly be finally finished

[Kalína Dalá'isyrás]

You missing something in the "Title" section m'lady.

[KaskaChee]

So close...[insert dramatic gesture here]

Hmmm, done.  Not sure I'm 100% happy with it, but I might grow to like it more.  Thanks for pointing it out Kali 

[Azhira Styralias]

Hi KaskaChee! Great Brownie CD. I love Brownies.

If I read the Rat Brownie entries correctly, aren't the Mud Rat Brownies underground dwellers rather than sewer dwellers? I believe the Twisted, Field or Shadow Rat Brownies would fit KaskaChee better.

Also, some detail on your rats: they are called city rats, or under rats, and are typically over a fore in length (not including tail) and weight about 1.5 to 2 ods. I would suggest describing your rats to be slightly bigger/heavier than that for proper mounts, especially for taller Brownies such as yourself and your underlings.

[KaskaChee]

Here from the Rat Brownie entry my dear

Rat Brownies are generally found in the sewers of major cities, as well as being scattered all over Caelereth above ground in small, seldom discovered bands.

I can't find anything that clearly states that Mud Rat Brownies are anything different from the rest of the bands, so I'm confused as to where you got this from. It actually states at the bottom of the entry that there is at least one mud band living under Santhala. Also, they are said to be living on scraps and other waste from above them so I'm not sure what they'd eat if they weren't living underneath a town.

And now you have that wonderful City Rat entry finished, I shall indeed go into a little more detail 

Edit: I've finished adding some extra bits on the rats, hope that works.  Also changed my title because I thought of a better one.

[Simonne Miller]

Uri-check!

Name: KaskaChee  (Kaska is her name, whilst Chee is a title of respect loosely translating to “Shaman”)

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Race: Brownie

Tribe: Mud Rat Brownie

Occupation: Shaman for her spirit-worshipping tribe.

Title: Sanguinary Shaman

Height: 16 nailsbreadths

Weight: 1 od

Physical Appearance:

Having developed in the darkness and stink of the sewers, Kaska’s tribe are not noted for their beauty.  Her body is rather disproportional, with short stubby legs and overly large shoulders and head.  Arms seem slightly apelike in their length, reaching to just below her hard and knobbly bottom.  They are thick and muscled at the shoulders, but gradually get thinner and wirier as they taper towards the wrists.  Her hands are broad and chunky with short, stubby fingers.  Again, they seem slightly too big for the limbs they are attached to. Are you talking about the wrist? Because if you mean the hands seem too big for her entire arm, and the arms are already too big for her body, that would make her hands pretty big

Kaska’s skin is hard, rough, and rather patchy in colour.  Across her shoulders and other more muscly parts it is a very dark brown, noticeably lightening on her face, breasts and stomach.  It also has a very slight reddish tinge to it.  As this is a colour which her particular tribe associate with the dark spirits (though normally blood-red), the Shaman flaunts it, claiming it is a sign of their approval and proof that she is destined to be the greatest Shaman that ever lived.

The Shaman’s large head is dominated by large bulging brow ridges.  These shade equally over-sized eyes framed with thick brown lashes.  Her eyes are a shade of pale brown – much lighter than the rest of her body.  When sunlight or firelight catches them they seem to reflect some of it back, giving them a strange golden glow.

Her hair is the same colour as the darkest shade of her skin and rather frizzy.  It forms a tangled bushy mane around her head, straggling down to her shoulders.  The red threads which she gets Üta to braid into it are a new addition since they left the sewers.  The overall effect is rather explosive and wild looking, which of course is the point as she believes the weirder she looks, the more feared and respected she will be. 

She is also slightly above average when it comes to height, adding to her commanding presence.  The Rat Brownie pushes her shoulders back, walking rather more upright than is usual for her stunted race to take advantage of every grain of height.   She holds her head high, and has a habit of staring haughtily at others who are not already rushing to do her bidding.
 
Clothing:

 Not blessed with any sense of fashion, or in fact any knowledge of how to make real clothes, Kaska wears a strange combination of crudely stitched rags.  Anything which she considers fitting of her station is added to what she is already wearing, so that the garment seems to grow and diminish around her frame.  Coloured fabrics were much prized among her tribe as they were so rarely found, so Kaska loves anything bright.  Red is her favourite colour by far, and anything in that colour is quickly added to the ensemble. Her outfit is normally a rainbow mish-mash of material fragments.

Kaska’s feet usually go bare although she does possess two crude wooden spurs for when she wants to have better control of her rat mount.  These are simply two pieces of wood which have been carved to sit along the outside of each foot, curving inwards once they ass the heel ass the heel? What does that mean? and sharpening to a blunted point. Whilst the side which sits against her foot has been sanded smooth, the outer edge has several thin notches.  The spurs are bound onto the foot with leather thongs and these notches keep the device in place.

In regards to jewellery, the Shaman has several bone amulets and charms which contrast strikingly with her dark skin.  These are threaded onto blackened leather thongs and looped about her neck and waist, adding to the randomness of her extremely organic-looking outfit.

Personality:

Kaska’s attitude is shaped by her need to retain her status.  She seeks to assert her authority at every turn, and is neither friendly nor welcoming to outsiders. The world as she was taught it places Rat Brownies above all other races, followed by other Brownies, the rest of the sentient races and finally all other animals.  And as those who can commune with the dark spirits themselves are the most powerful of the Rat Brownies, she naturally deserves a little respect. Although her time among humans has taught her that it is not worth trying to enforce this hierarchy on other races, she still cannot bring herself to like a human who is not at least polite.  And that goes for any other race as well.

The beliefs and practices which Kaska was brought up with can often cause her to be classed within the clasic "evil" bracket.  Although the Rat Brownie neither enjoys nor seeks violence, she does see it as a useful tool in getting people to bend to her way of thinking.  Life is precious (why else would the spirits demand so much of it) but pain serves as a reminder to behave better in future, especially where the fear of the dark spirits doesn’t work.  She is not above using any method she can get her hands on to convince people her spirits exist, and even enjoys the challenge of the manipulation.

The Rat Brownie could easily be called selfish, although in fact the welfare of her tribe back home is also important to her.  Everything she does, she does for her own personal gain, or to further her knowledge of the outside world which she will eventually take back to the clan.  As well as this the Shaman regards long-term gain as just as important as immediate rewards, so often if she can see a potential return for herself in the future, she is not adverse to helping out.  Unless the task is well below her station of course.  She also is devoted to taking care of her troop, as good leadership makes them more inclined to follow her without question. This is not through any particular attachment to the individuals, but rather a recognition of their value.  They protect Kaska and aid her quest, and so she makes sure they are fed, watered and relatively happy because they perform best that way.

KaskaChee has a seemingly insatiable thirst for knowledge which she can see a use for in the future.  New Tharian vocabulary, details about what is happening around her and information on ways of tricking the eye of an audience are things she always has one ear out for.   Although it is her duty and the point of her quest to discover these things, she is also fascinated by knowledge herself: Perhaps: 'she is also fascinated by the knowledge itself' or 'by knowledge in and of itself' the young Shaman lives for new knowledge.  For the sake of a little information she will lower herself to speak with almost anyone, whether they respect her or not.  The Tharian is not an interest in itself, but she knows that the only way to understand the other stuff she picks up is to learn it, and so she constantly wants to improve her speech too.

Strengths:

~ Belief ~ Kaska’s religion guides her and gives her decisions weight.  She uses the fear of the dark spirits to make her followers do her bidding, and she has a good amount of practice in debating complex issues.

~ Shaman Training ~ Kaska is used to having to be centre stage, performing in front of crowds of other Brownies to keep their belief alive.  She knows several tricks to help this along including a powerful, slightly spooky stage manner, a sense of how to hold a crowd in suspense, and the knowledge of a couple of powdery substances which can be thrown into a fire to make different coloured sparks shoot up. Although she has no I think something fell away here

~ Minions ~ By far her most valuable assets are the three Brownies and two large rats who make up her escort.  They give her added protection as well as doing menial tasks like scavenging and cooking food.  Two rats also accompany them, one carrying their luggage and one acting as Kaska’s steed.  The animal help means the little band can move much faster than they usually would, especially Kaska herself.  When the Shaman and her rat go out alone they are very speedy and nimble indeed, being easily able to escape a human if there is a small hidey-hole nearby.

~ Intelligence ~ The Shaman is considered somewhat of an intellectual by her tribe, being able to count all the way up to 10 with only minimal difficulty. She also managed to teach herself some Tharian and picks up more and more every day.  Her quick mind gives her a quick reaction to any new turn of events and helps her retain control over her escort too.

~ Dagger ~ Due to an abundance of practice on the sacrificial altar, Kaska handles her dagger easily.  However, this is more a ceremonial tool than a combat weapon; more useful for scaring off nosy cats than actually engaging an enemy.

~ Spears ~ When the Rat Brownie was younger, she often used spears whilst warring with the other tribe, or for hunting the rats in the sewers.  Although it has been many years since she has had to do this regularly, she has not completely lost the skill.

Weaknesses:

~ Very Basic Tharian ~ Although she tries to learn more every day, Kaska’s contributions to conversations of more than two people are generally single words.  If speaking directly to one person she finds it far easier, and can even understand what the strange human beasts are saying if they slow their gabbling down.  Her deep, guttural accent can also hinder her, as her speech sounds rather like grunting.  However, her understanding is better than her speaking, and she can hold a conversation if the other's accent is not too strange.

~ Size~ Small and highly squishable, Kaska is very vulnerable to attacks from bigger people. Trying to survive in a world built by bigger people for their own size causes her daily problems such as trying to cross a busy street without being stepped on, or getting herself noticed by a shopkeeper.  It also means that her and her entourage's weapons are pretty much ineffective against much more than a medium-sized dog.

~ Odour and Appearance~ The tribe were never really big on washing so why should Kaska start now?  Her somewhat ripe smell does not endear her to people.  Her appearance is also extremely strange, and whilst it might cause fear among other members of her tribe, it does not promote a good image for outsiders.

~ Stress of Leadership ~ Managing the party and making them do her bidding is not always an easy task.  Kaska knows that it is only fear which binds them to her and must work hard to keep that fear strong enough.  In the world they have gone into they discover many things which contradict their own rigid beliefs, and the Shaman must always be ready with answers and arguments to keep their faith (and their fear) strong.

~ Rat Companions ~ People don’t like rats in general and although Kaska’s are not the thieving plague-ridden kind (the Brownies do the thieving) they do not give the group a good, approachable image.  Often people will chase the rats away before they even see their Brownie masters.

History:

Kaska’s early life was as hard as any Rat Brownie’s.  Living under the city of Milkengrad, her clan survived by scavenging off the refuse in the sewers or hunting the fat, vicious rats that inhabited them.  She learnt what was edible at a pretty young age on the basis that anything which one did not puke up was food.  The seasoning of hunger made most things taste good.  The young Brownie had no formal teaching from her parents, she learnt by following their example and through her own mistakes.  Her father gave her some of his throwing spears and allowed her to tag along on hunting trips with him and her siblings.  None of the younger ones were allowed to try for a kill until their father had thrown his spear, preventing them from startling the prey before he was ready.  The punishment for alerting the animal to their whereabouts was severe because it meant the entire family had lost a vital meal.  The culprit would be beaten for their discrepancy and banned from hunting trips for a period of time, as well as suffering the name calling and anger of the rest of the hungry family.  Kaska was not bad at it, but neither was she particularly talented.  Grubbing around in the muddy sewers for food did not appeal to her, but then who did they appeal too?but then who did it appeal to? It was that or starve.

Even more important than filling their bellies was the appeasement of the many dark spirits who they worshiped.  These spirits required regular ceremonies and sacrifices and anyone who could produce any way of pleasing with them could command a great deal of power.  Of course the better the sacrifice the better appeased the spirit would be, and with Brownies being naturally the best race, raids and wars were quite commonplace between all the tribes in the area.  Although the aim was increasing power of one’s tribe and to capture other Brownies for the altar, the wars killed many more as well.  Kaska inherited the tribes fear and respect for these god-like beings and a quiet awe for the amount of effort which went into appeasing them.

 However, she wasn’t above taking some of their power over the tribe for her own.  Her skin had always had a strange redish tinge to it, something her mother was very proud of as red was a holy colour and quite rare in their area.  Kaska saw this as something she could use to her advantage.  The youngster began to hang around the more religiously inclined members of her tribe.  With the daily struggle to find food there was no particular “Shaman” or religious leader as such, but those who knew the rituals which needed to be performed were respected and earned the title of “Chee” after a few decades of service. 

Most of the tribe shied away from any more dealings with the spirits than strictly necessary, so Kaska was allowed to help with the proceedings, grinding power to make red paint, sharpening sacrificial knives and fetching water for the soon-to-be altar victims.  The work took her closer to the rituals themselves where she could watch the process and memorise it for herself.  The young Brownie would always manage to be the one serving the food and/or liquor when a religious discussion was taking place, hankering after anything which could come in useful later on. 

Stories also helped to ingrain the fear of the spirit’s power into young minds. They spoke of dark encounters with less-than-easy-going gods, the amazing deeds of those who had the spirit’s approval or even the legendary Arxxt the Bold.   A couple even told of the almost legendary world above ground, whose beauty was matched only by the dangers which roamed it.  As well as a teaching aid, these tales were often used to back up arguments over tribal decisions.  If the spirits punished so-and-so for doing something in a story it served as a pretty powerful reason over why the clan shouldn’t. Kaska learnt them by heart.

Kaska was reaching the age of 22, and was now a fully practicing Shaman, when something happened to the tribe which no-one could remember occurring or even hearing about before.  A group of hunters brought back a bundle they had found washed down from one of the larger sewers.  A live bundle.  It was an unconscious little child Brownie, but not a Rat Brownie.  Its limb’s were slender and spindly, its skin a strange unnatural-looking shade of green.  And the clothes!  Although they were obviously soaked through and covered in all types of slime, they were so different to the rags the tribe were used to.  They fit the little body perfectly with tiny neat stitches all around the edges, and a the pattern of a sun picked out in beads on her chest.  And strangest of all, it carried with it a beautiful steel weapon, a decorated, child-sized sword.

The tribes reactions were a mixture of awe, fear and anger.  Who was this child that it should possess such a valuable weapon?  The Rat Brownies had almost no metal at all as the occasion Brownie-sized tool which fell into the sewers usually went to the bottom of the murky water and was never found.  So a metal weapon, and such a beautiful one, was almost unheard of.  And yet here was a mere child with a steel sword?  Steel meant money, which meant that wherever the child had been, it had been prosperous, loved.  The stories had always told them how impossible it was to live above ground, were these all lies?  What could they trust if not their legends? Arguments raged between the tribe’s leaders and even the rest of the members were reluctant to obey orders in the confusion.   Kaska saw her chance for power and took it.

The confident Brownie went to the tribe’s leader and offered to go up into the outside world and find out the answers to the questions they had.  She could take the child and find where he came from, and maybe a source of the beautiful steel weapons too.  The thing could not speak their language at the moment, but she could teach it, and maybe it could teach her what the people above spoke.  What made Kaska what want to go was the power of the knowledge she would bring back.  All the other Shamans would have to come to her for advice, whether they wanted to or not.  The thought of the power was intoxicating. Perhaps: 'that kind of power'?

The clan’s leader, desperate to bring back some sort of calm and order or at least look as if he was doing something about the situation, accepted her plan.  Despite the other shaman’s opposition, he defended her, facing all their arguments with his own well-practised remarks.  Leader was not a position one held long if one could not gain the upper hand, and ultimately he held the power of decision.  However, Kaska did not get everything her own way.  The other Shamans were not about to allow her sole power over the knowledge she was being sent to accrue, so they insisted on giving her a companion who would be in charge of remembering the information.  Dniv was the clan’s best storyteller, a master at putting old legends into attractive verse.  A Brownie called Bron who was known for his fighting and weapon-making skills was also assigned to her, as well as a young female Brownie, Ütah, as a maid and apprentice.

Kaska spent a lot of the next few months with the young Milken Brownie, determinedly learning it's language.  It was hard at first to get the small creature to understand what exactly she wanted it to do, especially as it was more used to playing than working.  Kaska treated it as she had been treated whilst growing up; do well and you get fed, play up and you go hungry.  It worked, eventually, and she learnt to converse with it.  It seemed to enjoy the company really, as no-one else cared enough to visit it's cage for longer than it took to drop off a plate of scraps.  Sometimes she would even take the small child out to teach it how to care for her newly bought rat mount.  This magnificent animal was the result of her trading a considerable number of the possessions she had built up over the years.  Of course she wasn't going to need them very soon, and this beast was far more useful.  Brilliantly white and creamy-furred, the sleek male rat was a rare albino, with startling pinkish red eyes.  He had already been taught to bite and snap on command, but Kaska needed to make sure he knew she was his new master.  The animal learnt quickly, and seemed to accept her authority far quicker than the Brownie child had.

More than six months after the Milken child had fallen into their little comunity, the group were ready to set off on their travels.  As well as the Shaman's mount, they took another packrat to carry their belongings and a few supplies.  Kaska and her young apprentice were performing nightly rituals to make as sure as possible that the spirits knew the reason for their journey and approved.  Perhaps the usually malignant entities would see fit to aid them, but at the very least the group hoped to be protected from their anger.  A prisoner was forced to come with them until just below the surface and with her bodyguards' help to hold him still enough, Kaska performed one last sacrifice to draw the spirits' goodwill to their venture.  A quick meal where everyone was too nervous to really eat much, and they were ready to go.

The Shaman led the way along the last tunnel leading her own riding rat behind her.  Gradually, but noticeably to the Brownies, the way got lighter and brighter.  Suddenly they rounded a courner and the light was almost blinding - up ahead the bright rays streamed into the familiar-seeming passage, turning the walls into a shining, knobbly mass.  Heat seemed to radiate from everywhere around them; they felt it every time they touched a wall or put their foot on a new rock.  The two animals became uneasy, picking up their owners' anxiety.  But the young Milken Brownie they had brought with them darted joyfully towards the opening, obviously eager to escape the band now that he stood a chance of finding his way home.  However, Kaska was quicker, grabbing him by the shirt and flinging him back against the wall.  Bron swooped into action too, quickly tying the erant child's hands together and holding the end tightly.

They were lucky that the sun was just settling down for the night when they emerged - otherwise it's brightness would probably have blinded them.  As it was they learnt very quickly how to hide from the rays during the day, and come out to investigate the town during the night. The Brownie Child, still carefully watched so that he could not get away, helped them make their way around the place.  He taught them where to get food from, how to count money and buy things, even how to order in a tavern. Coins are pretty big tools for Brownies, they're not just gonna keep some sans in their pockets... Unless the pack rat carried the money? At first the little creature was too terrified of Kaska to do anything but help them in the best possible way it could, but the temptation of escaping from its fate became stronger and stronger the longer they were in its home city.  One day it plucked up the courage to direct them all into a group of highly armed Milken Brownie guards.  The Milken's hatred for the Rat Brownies was not concealed, and it was only through Kaska's quick thinking that they managed to signal the idea of giving over the child for their own lives.  They managed to flee the city, Kaska seething with all the rage of someone used to undisputed obeidience obedience, but who should have really seen the attack coming.

They have spent the last few years wandering seemingly aimlessly around the northern parts of Southern Sarvonia.  The Shaman herself has learnt more and more Tharian until she can actually hold a conversation, and the group found they quite enjoyed the far richer pickings and the occasional stays in taverns when they found something worth selling.  Questions began to plague them - why were these people, who didn't worship the dark spirits, so seemingly better off than their tribe?  Kaska was not that easily beaten though, and formulated a startling new theory.  If these people were not worshipping the spirits, then that must be the reason why the Rat Brownies were forced to sacrifice so many of their own, to live in the darkness and pacify it.  If only these abominal creatures did their fair share, then Rat Brownies would be able to take part in this world too.  She began to take an interest in what passed for religion in these parts too.

Weapons:

Kaska’s steel dagger is her most prized possession, even more so that her rat mount.  Although it was made as a child’s sword rather than a dagger, it is a beautifully crafted object with a long smooth blade and decorated handle. I don't remember reading in the history that she actually took the child's sword for herself? A pattern of concentric circles centres on a tiny ruby.  The blade is probably more decorative than hard wearing, but as she mainly uses it for sacrificial purposes it isn’t exposed to risky battles very often.

Attached to the Shaman’s rat’s harness are two throwing spears, one on either side of the animal.  Like all the tribe’s spears they are simply a straight piece of wood which have has been sharpened to a point.

Belongings:

Kaska’s personal Belongings ~
One bone plate
One bone eating knife
Five different amulets and charms made of carved bone or stone, threaded onto whatever coloured thread or string she could find.

The band’s other items (loaded on the packrat) ~
Spare spears
Basic cooking utensils (bone, wood or leather)
A sewing kit
A few bits and pieces of food
Four precious woollen blankets
Any coins they happen to have

Familiars:

~ Two nameless City Rats
The larger, older rat is rather docile and carries the troup’s belongings.  She is not trained for fighting and has to be held quite firmly in times of danger, to prevent her from running away.  The animal can be ridden, but when they need to travel she is always needed as a packrat.  Her size is often somewhat shocking to those who are not used to city rats - she measures a whopping 50 nailsbreadths from nose to tail tip - more than a fore and a half.  Typically dark skin is covered in thick oily brown fur, neither particularly light nor especially dark.  The animal is well fed and quite plump for her race, with a nice broad back for supporting the bags.

The younger male rat is Kaska’s personal steed.  He is trained to lash out with teeth and claws if necessary as well as obey a small range of both verbal and non-verbal commands.  This means that she can still control him whilst not mounted to a certain extent.  No-one else is allowed to ride him.  He is smaller than the female, although still about 45 nailsbreadths long including tail, lighter, sleeker and also an extremely rare albino.  His unnatural red eyes and white fur add to her strange other-worldly image, and although she does not pamper him or treat him like anything other than a working animal, she does make sure he gets the special care befitting his high value.  Woe betide any of the others who fail to tend to the animal properly.

~Bron
The 32 year old Bron is Kaska’s bodyguard and takes charge of the others if they ever get into a fight situation.  He also looks after the weapons, sharpening, repairing and making new ones where necessary.  A towering giant of a Brownie at a full 17 nailsbreaths, Bron sports bulging muscles all over his heavy frame. His skin is more mottled than the other’s, ranging from black to pale fawn, and his hair does the same, giving him a rather patchy, animal-like appearance.

Carried with him ~ A large bone club and several simple wooden spears. 

~ Dniv

Dniv is a storyteller and has a place on this trip in order to memorise the events and take the story back to the tribe.  The 25 year old plays a small round drum for entertainment and ritual reasons.  As well as being the company’s equivalent of a bard, he is an accurate shot with a thrown spear, providing fighting back up for Bron and hunting too.  He is small, thin and light on his feet although he is around average in height.  His skin is a muddy shade of brown with a few darker patches.

Carried with him ~ A small drum and several simple wooden spears. The skin of the drum is made from rathide, stretched over a roughly hollowed out piece of wood and bound there with leather thongs.

~ Üta

As Kaska’s personal servant and apprentice, most of the everyday chores like cooking and fetching water fall to Üta.   She restitches the other’s rags when they come apart, feeds the rats and bandages wounds.  As the Brownie is learning to be a Shaman, she helps Kaska in her spirit-appeasing rituals as well.  Üta is the youngest of the group at 15, and somewhat smaller.  Her body has yet to fill out and she is slimmer and not as strong.  Her skin, hair and eyes are all a similar shade of paleish brown.  She prefers fur over her superior’s multi-coloured look and wears a simple wrap of catskin with the tortoiseshell fur left on.  Her feet are also covered in thick leather – not shaped but simply bound to the foot.

Carried with her ~ Üta has an average sized bone club which she only really uses if she is forced to.  Her only other personal possessions are a small pretty quartz crystal which she found on their travels and a small bone sacrificial knife.
knife.

Ok, that didn't need many comments. I think that if you integrate the few things I asked, you'll be ready for an approval ^.^
PS: I know you're in Madrid, but I'm just gonna change the icon

[KaskaChee]

Finally altered .

[Simonne Miller]

Well, I can't find anything majorly wrong with it anymore... not even minorly wrong... So here's your first approval! Enjoy playing her ^.^

[Kalína Dalá'isyrás]

Wonderful little thing! Remove the color and you shall have your title!

[KaskaChee]

Thankyou Kali and Simonne

The colour is removed.

[Kalína Dalá'isyrás]

Congrats on another approval! ^.^ Now, to the dev board! :p

[KaskaChee]

Edits done and marked in read!  I've just really made her a bit older, taken away the minions, improved her Tharian and made her a bit wiser/more approachable.

Advanced search

[Members]

Members Total Members: 2849 Latest: abigailjordan Stats Total Posts: 214569 Total Topics: 8052 Online Today: 55 Online Ever: 216 (November 30, 2006, 09:08:03 AM) Users Online Users: 0 Guests: 47 Total: 47

[Artimidor]

	Powered by SMF 1.1.21 | SMF © 2005, Simple Machines TinyPortal v0.9.8 © Bloc
Theme based on Cerberus with Risen adjustments by Bloc and Krelia Modified By Artimidor for The Santharian Dream