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== Warning == |
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In an attempt to let visitors know of the sinister designs in Caligos, Keilipso tried to fight the madness that gripped her and turned to her artwork. She issued warning after warning about the true nature of Ghezresh. |
In an attempt to let visitors know of the sinister designs in Caligos, Keilipso tried to fight the madness that gripped her and turned to her artwork. She issued warning after warning about the true nature of Ghezresh. |
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[[Olienne]] knew what the artist was doing and would send mist out to unravel her designs. |
[[Olienne]] knew what the artist was doing and would send mist out to unravel her designs. |
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She is a little bitter at the moment that [[Galaytea]] has shown up on the scene and everyone is accepting her cry of a warning so readily. She has, after all, practically been screaming one for years. |
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== Touch of Zelia == |
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It is unclear when exactly Zelia's influence suffused the tiny artist, but not surprising. Her descent into madness was a year or two in the making and the Goddess knows a thing or two about giving warnings and being ignored. |
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Appearance
You see Keilipso the Artist. She appears to be a Sylvankind. She is very tall and has a gaunt figure. She appears to be very young. She has kohl-smudged, haunted ice blue eyes and bronze skin. She has very long, platinum hair pulled back from the face by a thin vivid amethyst headband adorned with decorative starling pennae, though the hair is frayed and appears to not have been washed in a good long while. She has a pair of elegantly pointed ears that frame her narrow, haggard face, a freckle-splattered pert nose and a single, deep dimple on her left cheek. A light dusting of colorful chalk darkens her slender fingertips, and a single, wayward smudge of indigo chalk touches upon her chin but appears streaked. She is in ghastly shape. She is holding a chunky piece of chalk in her left hand. She is wearing a twine-strung seaglass bauble, an off-shoulder baggy white open-weave sweater that is frayed and sagging from her frame, a series of wide ebonwood bangles, a faded soft leather hip-satchel, a pair of high-waisted burgundy linen serwals with broken strings and a smattering of white jades that still cling to the ankle-cuffs, and a delicate jade and copper footflower that is missing several jewels.
Ambients
- Keilipso stares at the frigatebird for a long moment, her lip curled in a maligned grin that twists her features into a grotesque mask. "Eat his little pets, eat them all," she whispers to the frigatebird before she tries to scrabble away.
- Crouching low, Keilipso silently scrabbles up to the woman and tries to bite the woman's hand. She misses, causing the other woman to turn to her in shock. The woman lashes out at her with her foot, but Keilipso dodges away from it with ease, only to scrabble out of reach.
- Growling like a savage animal, a gaunt sylvan artist stares at Percy for a long moment. Her expression suddenly softens, the fierceness and feral aspects of it turning towards a gentler, almost smiling continence. "Keep up the good fight," she whispers to the wind and tries to scamper from sight.
- Keilipso issues a feral hiss as mist passes through the area and draws herself into a tight ball as she attempts to avoid being touched by it.
History
Keilipso arrived on the island as part of a group of artisans brought there by Captain Junderthal. He had promised them all treasure beyond belief, robust clients, and fame and fortune. What he didn't tell them is that by getting on his boat and traveling to Caligos they were essentially being conscripted. In order to leave the island, they had to work off the debt that they had incurred in getting there and then pay double that fee to leave.
Keilipso was a great artist using chalk as her medium. She had created several chalk or charcoal drawings for the various guests but she hadn't been able to collect so much as a dent against the debt that she had incurred. As a result, she was trapped on Caligos and slowly began to unravel as the mist tried to subvert her to Ghezresh's will. Just strong enough to fight off battle for her soul, her mind was another matter and she slowly devolved into madness.
A soft, disembodied voice on the island tried to ease her suffering by giving her a focus of the history on the island but that knowledge only furthered her depression and unraveled her further.
Prime
Keilipso had a Patron at the end of her first visit, before falling into madness. He promised her that he would set her up in a shop in Solhaven where she could thrive. She was thrilled at the prospect, but still needed to work off her debt.
At some point, something happened with that patron and she felt deeply betrayed.
Warning
In an attempt to let visitors know of the sinister designs in Caligos, Keilipso tried to fight the madness that gripped her and turned to her artwork. She issued warning after warning about the true nature of Ghezresh.
Olienne knew what the artist was doing and would send mist out to unravel her designs.
She is a little bitter at the moment that Galaytea has shown up on the scene and everyone is accepting her cry of a warning so readily. She has, after all, practically been screaming one for years.
Touch of Zelia
It is unclear when exactly Zelia's influence suffused the tiny artist, but not surprising. Her descent into madness was a year or two in the making and the Goddess knows a thing or two about giving warnings and being ignored.
Paintings
Keilipso will occasionally burst into a frenzy of drawing, creating pieces of artwork on the ground that feature loresongs with the knowledge she has should have no way of possessing.
Paintings 5118 |
Eel-god, Eel-god, Filled his children with slander. False gods, old gods, His children said without candor. Eel-god, Eel-god, Some children were not believers False gods, old gods, Your children met the cleavers. Eel-god, Eel-god, What did their children's silence attain? False gods, old gods, Gave you a grave in which to reign. Slowly, the song fades.
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