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Superimposed over XXX's form is the ghostly silhouette of a <race> <profession>, a <tone> expression on <his/her> face.
Superimposed over XXX's form is the ghostly silhouette of a <race> <profession>, a <tone> expression on <his/her> face.
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==Wary Human Thief==
An ashen marble statue:
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The mid-sized humanoid statue gazes out from beneath its velvet shroud, the masculine features chiseled to appear alert, his arms held up to guard against an invisible foe. A myriad of markings have been carved into his skin, then rubbed with kohl to imitate tattoos, the designs leading downward to a noose tightly grasped within his hand. Beneath his feet, a coil of rope and small sharply honed blades have been profferred by unknown guests, nestled between small pouches filled with silver coins.
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| I learned early on that nobody else was going to look out for me.
! Wary Human Thief
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| I was always careful to avoid getting too attached.
| "I learned early on that nobody else was going to look out for me."
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| 'Larceny' was just a word made up by those too weak to hold onto their coin.
| "I was always careful to avoid getting too attached."
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| Took one job too many, but always knew how the end would come.
| "'Larceny' was just a word made up by those too weak to hold onto their coin."
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| They tried to judge me. Only fools preach about 'right' and 'wrong.'
| "Took one job too many, but always knew how the end would come."
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| Had a few 'friends,' but no sign of them when the gallows went up.
| "They tried to judge me. Only fools preach about 'right' and 'wrong.'"
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| "Had a few 'friends,' but no sign of them when the gallows went up."
| Where was he when I was being strung up? No sign of him in the crowd.
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| One thing's certain: I was never bored.
| "Where was he when I was being strung up? No sign of him in the crowd."
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| Did the bastard get what he deserved?
| "One thing's certain: I was never bored."
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| "Did the bastard get what he deserved?"
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==Melancholy Giantwoman Poetess==
A grey marble statue:
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Giantkin in appearance, the feminine curves of the statue lead to a pair of outstretched arms, each grasping a momento tightly between her fingers. The statue's stone face, turned downward in a moment of reflection, is softened by a rivulet of translucent glass that traverses down her cheek, leaving glass droplets to rest against her collarbone. Beneath her feet, various jewel-set rings and sheets of tear-stained vellum have been proferred by unknown guests, nestled between bouquets of dried flora.
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==Calculating Elven Soldier==
An immaculate white marble statue:
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The tall elven-like statue stands uniformly upright, his arms held out with a shield and spear at the ready, his eyes scanning the room. The marble of the statue's skin has been marred to depict wounds of battle, one of which has been bandaged with a handkerchief embroidered by a border of roses. Beneath his feet, a crude token of elven heraldry and a broken vaalin locket have been profferred by unknown guests, nestled between ribbon-adorned medals.
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| I loved her, in my own way, but knew she deserved more than I could give.
! Calculating Elven Soldier
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| My blood was not noble, but my deeds on the battlefield were.
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| I learned a lot about myself standing watch in the stillness.
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| I've witnessed ugly fights, chaotic brawls... and beautiful wars.
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| My commanding officer taught me how to fight, how to win, and then how to die.
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| How was I supposed to respect someone without discipline?
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| 'Vain,' they labeled me, but I always understood my place.
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| When my time came I met it head on, and bought my unit time to retreat.
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| Did the bards tell my story? How was I remembered?
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==Intense Dwarven Priest==
A cerulean marble statue:
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The stout form of the dwarven statue stands defiantly within the recess, his hands clasped together in a motion of perpetual prayer. A strand of wooden prayerbeads are wrapped along one arm, the other covered in a sigil-etched vambrace of bright steel. Beneath his feet, various religious symbols and vials of colorful glass have been proffered by unknown guests, nestled between a battleworn mace and a pelt of thick bear fur.
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==Unhinged Halfling Berserker==
A red-streaked marble statue:
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Halfling in appearance, the muscular statue's arms are outstretched in a posture of attack, her fingers curled in claw-like fashion. The statue's stone face, tilted upwards in a guttural scream, is covered in streaks of sanguine paint that highlight the shards of ruby that comprise her eyes. Beneath her feet, cracked hunting horns and pieces of bone have been proferred by unknown guests, nestled between less savory spoils of war.
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Revision as of 14:46, 20 June 2021

THIS PAGE CONTAINS SPOILERS

This page contains the whispered messaging and visual appearance of each of the various off-the-shelf spirits.

When viewed, the spirits will appear between a character's features and tattoos, like so:

Superimposed over XXX's form is the ghostly silhouette of a <race> <profession>, a <tone> expression on <his/her> face.

Wary Human Thief

An ashen marble statue:

The mid-sized humanoid statue gazes out from beneath its velvet shroud, the masculine features chiseled to appear alert, his arms held up to guard against an invisible foe.  A myriad of markings have been carved into his skin, then rubbed with kohl to imitate tattoos, the designs leading downward to a noose tightly grasped within his hand.  Beneath his feet, a coil of rope and small sharply honed blades have been profferred by unknown guests, nestled between small pouches filled with silver coins.
I learned early on that nobody else was going to look out for me.
I was always careful to avoid getting too attached.
'Larceny' was just a word made up by those too weak to hold onto their coin.
Took one job too many, but always knew how the end would come.
They tried to judge me. Only fools preach about 'right' and 'wrong.'
Had a few 'friends,' but no sign of them when the gallows went up.
Where was he when I was being strung up? No sign of him in the crowd.
One thing's certain: I was never bored.
Did the bastard get what he deserved?

Melancholy Giantwoman Poetess

A grey marble statue:

Giantkin in appearance, the feminine curves of the statue lead to a pair of outstretched arms, each grasping a momento tightly between her fingers.  The statue's stone face, turned downward in a moment of reflection, is softened by a rivulet of translucent glass that traverses down her cheek, leaving glass droplets to rest against her collarbone.  Beneath her feet, various jewel-set rings and sheets of tear-stained vellum have been proferred by unknown guests, nestled between bouquets of dried flora.

Calculating Elven Soldier

An immaculate white marble statue:

The tall elven-like statue stands uniformly upright, his arms held out with a shield and spear at the ready, his eyes scanning the room.  The marble of the statue's skin has been marred to depict wounds of battle, one of which has been bandaged with a handkerchief embroidered by a border of roses.  Beneath his feet, a crude token of elven heraldry and a broken vaalin locket have been profferred by unknown guests, nestled between ribbon-adorned medals.
I loved her, in my own way, but knew she deserved more than I could give.
My blood was not noble, but my deeds on the battlefield were.
I learned a lot about myself standing watch in the stillness.
I've witnessed ugly fights, chaotic brawls... and beautiful wars.
My commanding officer taught me how to fight, how to win, and then how to die.
How was I supposed to respect someone without discipline?
'Vain,' they labeled me, but I always understood my place.
When my time came I met it head on, and bought my unit time to retreat.
Did the bards tell my story? How was I remembered?

Intense Dwarven Priest

A cerulean marble statue:

The stout form of the dwarven statue stands defiantly within the recess, his hands clasped together in a motion of perpetual prayer.  A strand of wooden prayerbeads are wrapped along one arm, the other covered in a sigil-etched vambrace of bright steel.  Beneath his feet, various religious symbols and vials of colorful glass have been proffered by unknown guests, nestled between a battleworn mace and a pelt of thick bear fur.

Unhinged Halfling Berserker

A red-streaked marble statue:

Halfling in appearance, the muscular statue's arms are outstretched in a posture of attack, her fingers curled in claw-like fashion.  The statue's stone face, tilted upwards in a guttural scream, is covered in streaks of sanguine paint that highlight the shards of ruby that comprise her eyes.  Beneath her feet, cracked hunting horns and pieces of bone have been proferred by unknown guests, nestled between less savory spoils of war.