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Scylla
Scylla Valarthis, a stately and refined member of an order of holy paladins.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Jyllaby
Description
Scylla Valarthis is roughly six feet tall, and is clad in heavy silver-filigreed plate armor. She has long, dusty brown hair woven into a tight french braid and bound with a steel clasp. Her features are strong and feminine, but badly scarred. She is blind in one eye and the right corner of her mouth was once ripped open, and has healed poorly. She is human, though the bare olive tone to her skin suggests possibly orcish ancestry, as do the unusually pointed canine teeth that are only infrequently bared in brief, perfunctory smiles. She carries herself with great pride and appears even taller than she is because of it.
Personality
Cold and aloof, Scylla opens up to very few, and her past is shrouded in mystery. Where she came from, and why she is here, are known to none. She is pleasant, and always polite and willing to help those with good intent.
Equipment
She wears a suit of extremely valuable battle-pitted silver-filigreed steel plate armor, and sheathed at her side is a well-balanced greatsword with a hilt traced with the same silver filigree as the armor. She also carries with her a reinforced longbow and a quarrel of silver-tipped arrows, and several pouches containing holy water, healing herbs, bandages, and various other clerical implements.
History
Scylla's history is unknown.
So begins...
Scylla's Story
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The setting changes from The Hidden Glen to Gambit's Bar
Scylla clanks heavily into the bar, her ornate plate armor stained at the joints with the beginnings of rust. She carries a heavy pack, and her long, dark, braided hair is pinned up in a heavy coil on the back of her head, while small tusks jut from her lower jaw, making small imprints on her upper lip. She walks to the bar, speaks lowly to the barkeep, passes over a few coins, and heads upstairs. Forty-five minutes later, she walks back down the stairs, clad now in a simpler costume of woolen hose, a belted linen tunic, and soft leather boots. Her dark hair flows loosely around her, damp and smooth. She passes a few more coins to the barkeep and slides into a booth seat to wait for her meal, relaxing and watching the other patrons move around the bar.
Scylla leans back from her table as a waitress sashays up to the edge of it with a loaded tray, nods, and waits as the girl takes a large bowl of soup, a plate of toast, a pile of greens, and a glass of milk off the tray and sets them down neatly in place. She smiles slightly at the girl, and murmurs, "Thank you, miss." As the waitress walks away, Scylla begins tucking into her food hungrily, a clear case of having been on the trail for too long, and missing the joy of a hot meal.
Scylla finishes her barley-vegetable soup, sighing in satisfaction. she piles some greens on toast and smears it with a little butter, tops it with another slice of toast, then eats her makeshift sandwich with big gulps of milk in between. She looks blissfully happy.
Scylla arches an eyebrow at the remarkably polite fellow near her table. "Hail," she calls out to him in her deep voice, "Mayhap you would join me and take your libations in my company, that I may learn how such manners came to one in this city of crass and classless curs?" She indicates the other side of the booth with a broad and sweeping motion.
Scylla smiled softly. "Ah, thank you, sir, I appreciate your kind words." She looked at the proffered hand, deeply unsure, then placed her hand in his and waited awkwardly; if a strange man she had just met wanted to kiss her hand, perhaps that was the custom in this land? She had no idea, having interacted with the denizens of this world as little as possible up to this point. She blinks at the man.
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Raising her hand and burying her face in her palm, Scylla lets out a low groan. "Another social...faux pas, I think it is called. I do this every time." She sighs. "Ah! But, here, I shall do something correctly." She smiles brightly, little tusks bared. "I am named Scylla, eldest daughter of the Valarthis family. I am a most holy Paladin in the service of She Who Is All, and I have come to this world through...a series of complex accidents." Scylla nods, satisfied with her speech. "And, good sir, may I ask your name?"
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Laughing, Scylla waves aside the offer. "Thank you, si...mon...Simon, but The Goddess feels we are at our best when we do not partake of spirits, and she says we may not accept the charity of others; we Paladins are here to serve and protect, not take from the people." She twirls a lock of long brown hair around a long and scarred finger, deeply callused from decades of holding the sword. "I would be honored to learn more about your 'duty' as an agent of the - law, you said? I had been given to believe this place was lawless; I have seen no graven commandments, or any great temples, like we had back home, for requesting aid from The Goddess, in resolving disputes." She frowns. "Who does these things, here?"
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Choking, Scylla stares at Simon. "Gods? GODS?" she seems furious for a moment, then takes a deep breath. "There is only The Goddess, in my world. You could not know; I know there are others, for it was the death of such a one that brought me to this place. I should not get so upset. You could not know." She leans back and runs her fingers through her hair, pulling the bangs back and revealing the gruesome-looking left eye, milky white and staring. She frowns as the child runs up, the jagged scar at the right corner of her mouth twisting into an ugly snarl. "This infant is untended. How has this happened?"
Shaking her head, Scylla sighs. "On my world, were a child left unattended in such a way, they would enter service wherever they were left. To be left in a place such as this..." She scowls. "It is this way here, I have noticed, that there are people who do nothing - I have seen them on the streets, unkempt and raving, stinking of rotten spirits and their own waste." She shudders. "In my world, The Goddess would never allow one of Her people to go so unloved. No one starves." She grins. "My own family, before the Monastery, were farmers. We grew great fields of greens, as you have never seen on this planet. Hardly anyone on this planet eats greens! It is most disturbing, I assure you. I wonder at what it is that your kind, you humans, do eat, if not vegetables? If it is not rude to ask."
Aghast, Scylla stares at Simon. "You - you let people go hungry? Wait. You eat meat? Does that mean you eat other people? They are meat. It would be logical." She frowns. "How are the greedy who take everything permitted to get away with it? You said you were an upholder of the law - is there not a law against taking more than you need?"
Scylla sighs. "Yes. We people are small. That is why we must allow the divine hand to assist us. Does that not exist in this place? I had been told by The Goddess, while I served at her side, that every world has at least one divine being, but that they can be killed. Is your God...dead?" she asks hesitantly.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Infinite Void
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
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