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Fesna

Master of the Scent

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees

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Scent/Oil maker by Day
Illustrious dancer by night


Fesna, a voluptuous woman who doesn't need a man.
She's been working hard ever since she was young, fascinated by all the smells the world can hold. Her ink she bears proudly, not one to be shamed that it is unladylike. She's not one to be much of a lady, but don't call her out on that!

Her skin is soft and not very wrinkled despite her age, mostly because she oils every day.

Personality

Cheery, but stern. She isn't one to mess with, most certainly not one to steal from.

Equipment

Fesna carries with her at all times an array of oils, kept in small glass phials of various shapes and sizes. Suspended from leather yarn, they glisten around her waist and clack together on occasion. They are for sale, of course.

She also keeps in the many satchels around her waist ingredients for scents. Sometimes there are nuts and raisins for her snacking pleasure in there as well.

A jagged blade is sheathed in leather, used mostly for cutting string, but also for threatening Kragum and thieves.

So begins...

Fesna's Story

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Fesna bustled in not too far behind Kragum. Wasn't hard to lose sight of him, that's for sure. Upon her entrance, the bar was graces with the aroma of a thousand flowers. She pushed her way through the bar, swinging her hips to maneuver, and plopped onto the stool next to where Kragum stood. Fesna gathered her fabrics all around her, jingling the metal pieces that hung from them as she did so. The Gypsy shot a toothy grin at Kragum, pulling three coins herself from the folds of fabric.

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She rolled her eyes and scoffed, swinging at him with a span of cloth. The cloth made contact with his shoulder, slopping down his arm.

"Kragum, ye scurvy! How 'bout that alcohol ye promised me, eh?" With a wry smile, she flipped the fabric over her shoulder, shrouding her chest from his prying eyes.

"I wasn't born yesterday."

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She simply raised a brow at his remark, coming her round behind. Kicking her feet, Fesna observed the bar. Decor she wasn't used to, cleaner than she was used to. Thankful to see wood, and was that a gold frame? What ever was a precious material like that doing in the local tavern?

Fesna was busy wondering what exactly the owner of this bar would be willing to trade that there frame for when an elbow landed in her shoulder.

"Wotchi-" Her retort was interrupted by the strange glow emitting from the counter.

"Iunno..." It was shiny, and different. What was that magiks?

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Fesna watched Kragum closely, slowly coming to grip the edge of the bar. Fascinating! What an intricate device! It glowed, and it had shapes, and even letters!

He found it before she did, but his exclamation swept a grin from one ear to her other. Mead! How she loved mead! Better than that beer crap that everyone seemed to offer around these parts.

"Mead?! Why, how d'ye s'pose we go 'bout gettin' summa that?"

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She made a face and toggled her head in mockery, but lay silent and watched as he worked. Holding her breath, Fesna looked from Kragum to the device, clenching her fists as he cleared his throat.

Hopeful, she stared at the device as he spoke. After a few seconds, her spirit faltered, and moments later all of the air in her lungs came puffing out onto Kragum.

"Well tha' didn't work," She sounded disappointed. "Now wha?"

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Fesna also recoiled at the sound of the beep, but peered forth before Kragum did.

"Look! S'glass, S'bottle, S'barrel!" She beamed at Kragum, "Ye did it...Kinda! Do it again!"

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Fesna watched with wide eyes as a bottle of mead popped up from the counter top.

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"A course it's safe!" Fesna swooped up the bottle and popped off the cork. She shot a wink at Kragum, then took a hearty swig from the bottle. Oh sweet mead, how she had missed it.

"'Ere!" She offered it off to Kragum.

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Fesna snatched the bottle off of the counter, shooting Kragum a coy look.

"Mead 'ndeed! Glad t'see yeh can deliver, ol' man!" She lightheartedly flicked fabric at him, and tipped back the bottle to take a hearty swig.

"Wooh!" Good stuff! She nodded at Kragum, a satisfied look on her face, before motioning to hand off the bottle.

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"Nice tah meetcha!" Fesna slapped the bottle, now half empty, on the counter. Once it was out of her hand, she waved at Ly.

"Name's Fesna! This's Kragum. Would you like some mead?" She pushed the bottle down the bar in his direction.

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Fesna laughed along with Kragum, motioning for Lysander to drink.

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Fesna nodded to Kragum's blessing of sorts, leaning over the bar to get a better look at Lysander.

"So, boy, where ya from?" Her amber eyes twinkled atop her rosy cheeks.

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Fesna raised a brow at the person, but shrugged as he left.

"Us too, we jus' settled down here in passin', but the mead...The mead migh' be worth the stay!"

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"Aye!" Fesna raised the bottle in agreement, and took a gulp. Darn, three quarters empty. As she slid it down towards Lysander, another comment came to mind.

"'Tis magik, too."

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"Travel of'n?" Fesna asked Ly, reaching to grab the bottle before Kragum drank it all. Snapping it from him, she took a swig herself, then shot it back down the bar towards Lysander.

"Kill it?"

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She knew Kragum wouldn't say no, but unfortunately they had to get back to camp...tonight.

"How they say, rain check?"

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"We'll drink again!" She raised her fist into the air, sliding off of her stool. Woah, why was the ground moving? Fesna pulled at Kragum's sleeve, motioning for them to leave.

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Fesna bustled into the bar, hips swinging and fabric whirling. A broad grin was set upon her lips, cheeks flushed rose. She made her way to the bar top, placing herself atop a stool far too small for her behind. It didn't matter to Fesna, however, for she was already a wee bit tipsy.

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"So, what'r we gettin' tonight?" Fesna asked Kragum with a goofy grin. They had most certainly pre-gamed, it was obvious in the way she bopped back and forth to music that didn't call for such behavior.

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Of course! What else? Fesna nodded in approval, still dancing to the music. The woman was pleased to be away from camp for the night, but the scent of camp had most certainly followed. Lucky for her, she was the scent master, the lady of the leaves, one with the petals.

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Fesna watched as Kragum pulled deeply from the bottle of amber rum, with a small grin. As he pulled it from his mouth, she reached to snatch it, fully intending to take a deeper pull than Kragum. The two of them were constantly in competition, it seemed to her.

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"So," Fesna said after shaking off the drink. Stronger than expected, but well cured for sure!

"About them satchels," It was time to talk business.

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That smile was not going to charm her off the subject of business. Typical Kragum, thought Fesna to herself, always changing the subject away from anything responsible. It was part of the reasons she loved drinking with him so much.

"The phial case, ya jerk," She stated before all but pouring the rum down her throat.

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"Foooo' days's gooood," She nodded in her drunken stupor. Business was seeming to get hazy, that rum was strong. But good...

"S'good," She drank the bottle, shaking it as she finished her pull. Hm. 3 sips left.

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Fesna snatched up the bottle, almost tilting over in doing so. No matter, she thought. Fesna drank deep from the bottle, enjoying the rum while it was still here.