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« on: December 15, 2007, 07:26:38 PM »

Edits in response to Simonne's Comments are in Red.

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:

Height: 16 nailsbreaths

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 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.

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 is associated 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 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 anything 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 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.  However, day-to-day sacrificing of innocents aside, the Brownie neither enjoys nor seeks violence.  Life is sacred and precious, why else would the spirits demand so much of it?   And violence is something to be used to defend oneself or to remind people of one’s authority, nothing more.

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.  She also is devoted to taking care of her troop, especially her young translator.  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.

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 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 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.

~ 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?  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 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 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.    Her plan was accepted.

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 a straight piece of wood which have 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 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.  She is scabby and rather ugly with short, brown hair.  The fur is course and plain, neither particularly light nor especially dark.  The animal is quite plump and wide 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 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 the female, lighter, sleeker and also an 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 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 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.



~ Taran

Until he was eight years old Taran was brought up in a wealthy Milkengrad household
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« Reply #1 on: December 20, 2007, 11:51:30 AM »

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 :)
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« Reply #2 on: January 06, 2008, 05:23:56 PM »

Thankyou Simonne hug

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 :)
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