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Lilandra Oscarl

Every man lives. Not every man truly dies.

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a character in “The Fate of Kregune”, as played by Fabricator

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✖ Full Name ✖:
Lilandra Rosalin Oscarl

✖ Nicknames/Titles ✖:
Lili / The Dark Queen, Mistress of Ice, Lady Oscarl, Witch of Trigathis

✖ Age ✖:
33

✖ Gender ✖:
Female

✖ Alignment ✖:
Loyal to the Throne and the King.

✖ Description ✖:
Lilandra is a lithe woman, standing a little above average height at 5’ 10” and weighing 140lbs with long silvery white hair hanging down to her waist with a streak of bright blonde hair dangling down the left side of her face. Her skin is a light complexion, quite pale but tinted with pink that contrasts with her shock of white hair. Her fingers are long and supple, firm and strong but overall her physical prowess is rather lacking as she much prefers to have her “pets” deal with those she either does not wish to herself or does not manage to in the heat of battle. She is somewhat haughty and comes across as cold or condescending at times but then again she rarely meets or deals with people who can match her in any of the areas of her expertise and she avoids dealing with those she has no skill in.

✖ Likes ✖:
Reading
Bathing or swimming
Experimentation
Ice, cold and winter in general
Obedience


✖ Dislikes ✖:
Prolonged social interactions
Warmer weather
Orcs and other vile beasties
Magically inept wretches
Idiotic or foolish peasants
Being outsmarted or out done, more so if she believes them beneath her

✖ Fear ✖:
Her eventual death
Loss of magic
Being picked apart or taken down a notch


✖ Equipment ✖:
Her staff - A long poled weapon with green crystals wreathed in crackling flames or flickers of lightning the same colour secured into a cold dark metal setting and bound together near the top to form the headpiece. The shaft itself is aged wood, strong and stout to hold the weapon solid.
Cloth armour, with leather padding. Also owns a heavy cloak to protect her against the weather and to help deflect attacks.

✖ Place of Origin ✖:
Trigathis

✖ History ✖:
Lillandra is the eldest daughter of the current lord, or local chieftain of Trigathis who has ruled from his throne for a great many years now serving as steward of the western mountains of Kregune. Trigathis itself is primarily a bulwark to defend the kingdom from Orcish tribes that roam the mountains or seek to enter from the lands beyond with the seat of the state’s power residing in the heart of the primary pass through the range of mountains close to the sea. The lands on the southern side of the mountains are made up of hills sloping down towards the sea and bordering with the other states of Kregune.
The hills are usually filled with shepherds and such of Trigathis stretching down to the shore where the second largest town of the state resides as the primary fishing villiage of the northern part of the kingdom.
Lillandra has spent her life among the cold and dangerous mountains, learning from the other nobles who are constantly vying for her fathers throne and as such is adept at the machinations of the court. She has attained a great respect among their number due to her campaigns beyond the wall to rout the Orcish threat and ensure safety for her and her people.
Admittedly much of the forces she commands are made of dark creatures and as such often distrusted she has still managed to maintain her status as the foremost mage in Trigathis if not Kregune as a whole with what formal schools of magic exist not seeking to challenge her for such a title.

✖ Current Location ✖:
Alabaith, en route to the King’s Court

So begins...

Lilandra Oscarl's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vesta Character Portrait: King Ferin Alabaith Character Portrait: Fenrik Ironhide Character Portrait: Alexis Randle Character Portrait: Lilandra Oscarl Character Portrait: Alex Chrome
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Today marks the beginning of the fourth year that King Ferin has sat on the throne. Rumors of the rebel army's plans circulate around the kingdom. The dragons guarding the castle are getting restless, snapping at random people going in and coming from the castle. Rebel bands have been ransacking army caravans and stealing their materials. Other than that it's been calm, as though a storm has been looming over everyone. People are preparing for it. Shops are closing residents of Alabaith are up and leaving,

Today is also supposed to be the festival of the Kings crowning but the decorations are minimal at best. All across the kingdom people are holding their breath, going about their normal lives as quietly as possible. The army has been stationed in every major city, leaving about three of their numbers at the smaller villages. They talk of their protection as they take over their homes for their own needs. You hardly see children out anymore, least they laugh and get a lecture about how there is nothing to yell about. The impending war has caused silence to fall over the kingdom. The Kings crest rest at safe houses for his army, as the generals have thought of almost everything.

In the forest the Rebel army prepares, their leader pouring over maps in search of what she believes will be their saving grace and turn the tides for them. Their outposts in the select few caves around the kingdom ready their messenger ravens and prepare to receive them as well. Correspondence is necessary in a war and what better they thought than a raven to carry their messages. There is a symbol that only the one's who have been part of the rebels long enough know signaling a safe house for them if they need it. The symbol is a crescent moon with a raven beside it. They do this knowing that they will need them at some point.


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Feara slammed her hands down on the map. She had this disheveled look about her. Her hair had strayed from it's braids and hung loosely around her shoulders. Her eyes were tired as she hadn't slept in three days pouring over the maps relentlessly. She sat down and rubbed her eyes, trying to clear them of the fog that had clouded her mind. She looked over at the one who had been with her since the beginning, Hera.

"Why is this search so hard? Why does he keep eluding me so?" she asked her.

Hera smiled kindly, "Maybe it's because you need rest. I'm sure everyone will understand if you take a break."

"If my brother does not rest, how can I? As he sends his army out to control the subjects, how can I take a break?" Feara said.

"You're no good half dead either My Lady Feara." Hera said and guided her over to her makeshift cot. "They will be fine as long as you get the rest you need." she added.

Nodding, Feara laid down, and closed her eyes, immediately falling asleep showing just how exhausted she was.

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Character Portrait: Fenrik Ironhide Character Portrait: Lilandra Oscarl Character Portrait: Alex Chrome
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Lilandra glanced out of the shaded window of her coach, a black carriage with the coat of arms of her family etched in black thread on the side and pulled by a pair of dark mares, watching the walls of the capital growing closer while she lightly traced her finger against the darkened glass. The journey had been tiresome as far as she was concerned, made even worse by the temperature down here on the lowlands. How people could deal with this heatwave on a daily basis was beyond her and her irritation showed, twisting her porcelain features into a look of disgust. She was broken from her internal grumble by a low chuckle from the seat opposite her where an older man with black hair, peppered with grey and a heavily scarred visage sat shaking his head.

”Something funny Taric?”

“Aye, just reminded of when you were having to do something you didn’t want as a child. You made that face then.”

She rolled her eyes before smiling a little back towards Taric.

”Maybe I did. So any word what your nephew has been up to in the capital? I still don’t know why my father made him the ambassador for?”

“I know as much as you about the activities of your brother, but we’ll find out later today. The festivities for the king should be in full swing over the next couple of days though the city ahead seems rather… quiet.”

Nodding, half to herself she turned back towards the window and couldn’t help but agree with her uncle’s assessment. The city did seem to lack the hustle and bustle she’d have expected from the city, least of all in the run up to the celebrations around their king’s birthday. As the coach passed near the town square Lilandra noticed that the decoration seems sparse and shoddy in places which struck her as odd. She called for the coach to stop which raised an eyebrow from her uncle but ignoring him she stepped out onto the cobbled street and stared across the groups of peasents milling around and continuing with their lives. She slowly ran her hands through her silvery hair and turned to look back at the coach, watching her uncle descending the steps after her and two armoured guards climbing down from the rear roof to stand either side.

The two guards are attired as appropriate for the knights of Trigathis, with large Nagamaki strapped across their back and dressed in heavy black full plate and take up their position close to their mistress, glancing for a moment towards Taric for any difference in their orders.

“Your brother will be expecting us, and I highly doubt he’ll accept our dalliance.”

”My little brother will most likely throw a tantrum but not in public. Which is what matters. If you want you could always ride on ahead and speak with him? No? I thought not, he is an irritable bore at the best of times.”

Shaking his head Taric turned towards the pair of guards still stations on the front of the coach and ordered them to ride on towards the housing of the Trigathis embassy with word that they would arrive later once they had dealt with business elsewhere. As the coach pulled away and made its way elsewhere in the city Taric nodded towards the two remaining guards and looked at his neice before somewhat overly exaggeratedly extending his hand out towards the square around them.

“Lead the way my dear. But try to keep out of trouble.”

Smiling sweetly as if just an innocent little girl Lilandra slowly began to walk through several of the stalls, her staff clinking against the stone ground with every other step. Her interest was piqued a little as she spotted a pair of dwarves but she decided to indulge in an crisp apple first and see what other delights might reside in this rather demure tribute to their king.

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