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|storyline = Caligos Isle
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|gender = Female
|race = human
|race = Half-elf
|life = alive
|life = alive
||relationships = NA
||relationships = NA
|alias = NA
|alias = NA
|affiliation = the Lady of Silence}}
|affiliation = Luukos}}


==Appearance==
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<pre{{log3}}>You see Priestess Lucinne.
She appears to be a Half-Elf of the [[Tehir]] tribes.
She is average height and has a curvy, yet lithe, body. She appears to be very young. She has long-lashed amber eyes and nut brown skin. She has very long, coiled, dark brown hair woven in a plethora of narrow, frayed braids. She has a round face and a somewhat flat, flare-nostriled nose.
She has a series of overlapping greyish white scales tattooed upon the left side of her face, a scaly green and grey sleeve tattoo inked on her right arm, and a pair of matching sanguine-hued tattoos darkens her feet.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a hexagon-patterned silk headscarf, a cross-body weapon harness with an iron pilum in its straps, a mustard yellow chest-wrap fringed with oblong ivory beads, a bronze shield, a series of carved bone bangles, a heavy and wide girdle of green armor scales, a short and narrow belt sheath, and some mustard yellow linen serwals with embroidered ankle cuffs.</pre>


== Appearance ==
== Ambients ==
<pre{{log2}}>Raising her hands to chest level, Lucinne turns her palms to her chest and laces her pinkies together. She then touches her thumbs together over the crooked knuckles of her inner two fingers while touching the pads of her index fingers together. Closing her eyes, she brings the warding sign close to her forehead for a brief moment before separating her fingers.


Glancing out the opening of the tent, Lucinne intently watches everyone that passes. Remaining as still as a sunbathing lizard, she slowly narrows her eyes as she watches.
<pre{{log2}}>You see Veidae the Seer of Gosaena.
They appear to be a Human.
They are very tall and have a slight, willowy frame. They appear to have come of age. They have dark kohl-lined icy blue eyes and smooth olive skin. They have lustrous, feathery silver hair that trails over their shoulders and tapers to the small of their back. They have a narrow face and high cheekbones. A constellation of tiny moles lies scattered across their nose and cheeks.
They have some intricate white-inked tattoos composed of graceful lines stretching from wrist to elbow on each arm.
They are in good shape.
They are wearing a cord-strung silver sickle backed by a disc of green abalone, a pearl grey satin chasuble, some sleeveless pewter linen robes cinched with a series of thin silver belts, and a pair of grey suede sandals.</pre>


Kneeling before a bowl of incense, Lucinne weaves her hands sinuously in the perfumed air. She pulls the pale smoke towards her and lets it wash against her nut brown skin.
== Ambients ==
*As Veidae reaches overhead to several bundles of herbs strung from the tent supports, the drape of their chasuble falls back from their forearms. Intricate tattoos in white ink stand out against their olive skin, spanning the distance from wrist to elbow with graceful, feathery strokes in abstract designs that accentuate their musculature.
*Studying a row of small apothecary jars, Veidae gingerly retrieves one and approaches the water-filled bowl. The glass tinks sharply as they remove the stopper and tip the jar, letting two drops of cerulean liquid plink into the water. After sitting the jar aside, Veidae stirs the waters with an index finger a single time, then watches how the whorls of color evolve within the currents.
*With a soft sigh, Veidae begins to move about the tent, gathering items in their arms. A large bundle of shroud linens, a small vial of oil, a ribbon-tied bundle of dried herbs and flowers, and a pair of specie. Tying up the items in a bundle of grey cloth, they leave it on a small table by the exit. Short moments later, a boy in a sickle-crested silver livery scurries in, retrieves the bundle, and hurries out.
*With a cupped hand, Veidae scoops up some water from the wide-lipped silver bowl. As they whisper a lilting incantation, the liquid coalesces into a small sphere and hovers above their palm. their sharp icy blue eyes cloud for a moment, and the sphere of water flashes silver before darting off into the night.
*Veidae holds their hands out to a cast iron brazier in the far back corner of the tent, flexing their long, slender fingers before rubbing their hands briskly together.
*From beneath the ash limb perch at the rear of the tent, Veidae retrieves a single snowy owl feather. As they return to the water-filled bowl, they cup their hands around the feather, murmuring hushed words before a pale radiance mists over the surface of their skin. Gently, they set the feather afloat on the surface of the water and settle in to studiously observe its movements.


Lucinne watches as a subtle breeze sets the flames within a nearby brazier to dancing.
== Asks ==


Twisting to the left and right, Lucinne rolls her bare shoulders and performs several small hops.

Canting her head to the side, Lucinne shifts her feet so that she is in a defensive stance, her right hand flying to the haft of the pilum on her back.

Lucinne stares at a particularly dense patch of shadow for several moments. Lowering her eyes demurely, she whispers a respectful greeting.

Standing over a large copper-bowled brazier, Lucinne performs a small ritual that causes the scented smoke to take on the shape of a green asp. Whispering a command to it, she watches as it slithers out into the night.</pre>

==Asks==
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|+ Questions and Answers for Shaemire
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! scope="row" role="rowheader" | Dark
|Caligos ||"There is no salvation for this rock," Veidae murmurs, words softly spoken but ardent. "It is poisoned beyond redemption."
| Remaining expressionless, Lucinne says, "What is the dark if not a reprieve from the blinding light?"
|-
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" | Caligos
|Death||"Ah, Death," Veidae muses as they flex their hand, seeming to gaze idly at the white tattoos etched against their olive skin. "She is the peace every soul craves yet knows not how to name."
|Glancing about, Lucinne says, "I will be pleased to leave this sickened land."
|-
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" | [[Ghezresh]]
|Ghezresh||"Vile, unnatural thing," Veidae pronounce vehemently as something shifts in the depths of their icy blue eyes. "He has been permitted to hinder souls for far too long."
| Narrowing her eyes, Lucinne says, "He is no more than an evil spirit that is unable to sleep. Even the Winter Witch will not take one such as he."
|-
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" | [[Gosaena]]
|Gosaena||Veidae's eyes seem to brighten momentarily before they glance away from you, murmuring, "Death is a tender mistress. Without judgment or scorn, She offers the sweetest oblivion."
| Lowering her voice, Lucinne says, "Death that comes in silence is to be respected."
|-
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" | Lies
|Lorminstra||Veidae clasps their hands at their back as they offer a noncommittal hum. "A capable enough shepherd, I suppose, for those not yet at the end of their journey."
| Arching one brow, Lucinne says, "Lies? In the desert, we learn that the only truth is your own. What you call a lie may only be someone else's truth."
|-
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" | [[Lorminstra]]
|Luukos||The seer makes a dark sound low in their throat before regarding you with a narrowed gaze. "A snake that has one head too many," they utter in a deathly even tone.
| Stifling a scoff, Lucinne matter-of-factly states, "I have seen the cold season of the north. Let those that choose the barrenness of ice go to the Winter Witch."
|-
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" | [[Luukos]]
|Species||The seer offers a brief smile. "They can be found around the island, I'm told. If you bring them to me, then I will bless them for you."
| Murmuring a soft prayer, Lucinne touches the tips of her fingers to her forehead, followed by her lips, throat, and heart.
|-
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" | Species
|Villagers||The muscles around Veidae's mouth tighten as they turn their eyes to gaze through the open tent flap. "Too many souls have fought for death only to be trapped in the endless mire that infects this place," they say before softly adding, "It must end... soon."
| Lacing her fingers together before her, Priestess Lucinne says, "There are some few ghost still bound to the false one. Should you present me with a bauble, I can return to you species that can be used to pull them from him."
|-
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" | Villagers
|Warning || Veidae hums for a brief moment, a sound flat and noncommittal, and then says, "Yes. I think most of us have heard it by now. Which is why we should hurry to save those souls."
| Casually rolling her shoulders, Lucinne says, "Those who do not walk in the sun are destined to be cold in the shade."
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader" | Warning
|Inclining her head, Lucinne says, "Those who do not see the signs in the sand are sure to be consumed by its many treacheries. I am not one that would ignore such a thing, especially if lips it falls from are blue."
|}
|}


==Priestess Lucinne's Shrine==
[Sea of Fire, Shield of Lapis]<br>
Situated in the bowl of a dormant volcano, the landscape abuts the edge of a vast desert. '''Lava tubes''', black and red in the moonlight, rise on the western edge, their cracked peaks bespeaking their hollowness. At the heart of the crater, '''a towering sandstone statue''' rises above '''a dark basalt altar''' that is ringed by torches embedded in the sand.


* '''Lava Tubes''': Rising like malformed pillars into the sky, the lava tubes are bulbous in body with coarse surfaces. Concentric bands radiate outward from the structure, each appearing as if the ground froze in the middle of boiling. Large cracks split the tops to reveal a smooth interior that is hollow.
= Quest of Veidae =
* '''a tower sandstone statue''': Carved of sandstone to resemble a female warrior, the statue is smooth due to years of abuse in the windswept desert. Her head is held high, the multiple braids that adorn her scalp spilling from a fringed headscarf to cascade over her shoulders and back. She holds '''a spear''' in her right hand that is taller than she is, while in her open, left palm is '''a coiled elapid'''. Balancing on one red-stained foot, the statue's right foot rests upon her pallid left thigh.

* '''a spear''': Embedded deeply into the sand, the smooth and narrow haft of the sandstone spear is cracked and chipped. An entire section near the sandstone statue's waist is broken and missing, though the rest of the haft remains firmly grasped in her hands. Flint as large as a giantman's thigh rests at the top, which is encircled by a ring of feathers and small, ivory vermin skulls.
In 5120 - A Tale of Death
* '''a coiled elapid''': Comprised of wedded red and white sandstones, a coiled carving of an elapid rests within the open palm of a towering sandstone statue. Its wide mantle is flared and carved with large scales, the contrasting stones used to perfection to create a simple banded pattern. Tiny eyes of black jasper follow the line of the serpent's downturned snout, causing it to gaze at a dark basalt altar.

* '''a dark basalt altar''': Black with micro-incursions of olivine, the basalt altar is enormous and fused to a bevy of igneous rock that ranges in hue from pure white to coppery red. Slightly bowed at the center, the smooth surface is interrupted by intricate carvings that travel its circumference. Tiny burrs of red sandstone rest at the peak of inverted teardrops that ring the altar.
In 5121 - [[A Tale of Ownership]]


= The Shrine of Veidae =
[Wyrdeep Forest, Hidden Ruins]
Moonlight falls in brilliant shafts through the barely there ceiling of this crumbling ruin, dappling the scattered detritus and encroaching greenery in pale silver. Vines dotted with fragrant moonflowers wend among the exposed wooden framework beneath the stone walls and roof, verdant tapestries woven of persistent life. In an alcove at the head of the ruin is '''a statue''', caught in a wash of pale light, no more or less untouched than its surroundings and likewise draped in flower-adorned greenery. You also see a nebulous swirling grey portal that expels rays of silvery light.


== Quests of Priestess Lucinne ==
'''a stone statue'''
5120 - A Tale of Death<br>
This statue, though its artistry is evident, has not been untouched by the ravages of time and the untamed forests surrounding its sanctuary. Its face has been largely shorn away, leaving only a craggy, featureless visage. Marble pools in carved folds about its shoulders, while the rest of its robe falls in inexplicably lifelike detail to drape from slender wrists. One hand, missing half of its fingers, sits open and palm turned skyward, while the other is clenched about the haft of an elegant sickle.
5121 - [[A Tale of Ownership]]


[[Category:Non-Player Characters]] [[Category:Caligos Isle]]
[[Category:Caligos Isle NPCs]]

Latest revision as of 16:21, 12 September 2022

Lucinne
Gender Female
Race Half-elf
Status alive
Relationship(s) NA
Alias/Title NA
Affiliation(s) Luukos

Appearance

You see Priestess Lucinne.
She appears to be a Half-Elf of the Tehir tribes.
She is average height and has a curvy, yet lithe, body.  She appears to be very young.  She has long-lashed amber eyes and nut brown skin.  She has very long, coiled, dark brown hair woven in a plethora of narrow, frayed braids.  She has a round face and a somewhat flat, flare-nostriled nose.
She has a series of overlapping greyish white scales tattooed upon the left side of her face, a scaly green and grey sleeve tattoo inked on her right arm, and a pair of matching sanguine-hued tattoos darkens her feet.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a hexagon-patterned silk headscarf, a cross-body weapon harness with an iron pilum in its straps, a mustard yellow chest-wrap fringed with oblong ivory beads, a bronze shield, a series of carved bone bangles, a heavy and wide girdle of green armor scales, a short and narrow belt sheath, and some mustard yellow linen serwals with embroidered ankle cuffs.

Ambients

Raising her hands to chest level, Lucinne turns her palms to her chest and laces her pinkies together.  She then touches her thumbs together over the crooked knuckles of her inner two fingers while touching the pads of her index fingers together.  Closing her eyes, she brings the warding sign close to her forehead for a brief moment before separating her fingers.

Glancing out the opening of the tent, Lucinne intently watches everyone that passes.  Remaining as still as a sunbathing lizard, she slowly narrows her eyes as she watches.

Kneeling before a bowl of incense, Lucinne weaves her hands sinuously in the perfumed air.  She pulls the pale smoke towards her and lets it wash against her nut brown skin.

Lucinne watches as a subtle breeze sets the flames within a nearby brazier to dancing.

Twisting to the left and right, Lucinne rolls her bare shoulders and performs several small hops.

Canting her head to the side, Lucinne shifts her feet so that she is in a defensive stance, her right hand flying to the haft of the pilum on her back.

Lucinne stares at a particularly dense patch of shadow for several moments.  Lowering her eyes demurely, she whispers a respectful greeting.

Standing over a large copper-bowled brazier, Lucinne performs a small ritual that causes the scented smoke to take on the shape of a green asp.  Whispering a command to it, she watches as it slithers out into the night.

Asks

ASK ABOUT ANSWER
Dark Remaining expressionless, Lucinne says, "What is the dark if not a reprieve from the blinding light?"
Caligos Glancing about, Lucinne says, "I will be pleased to leave this sickened land."
Ghezresh Narrowing her eyes, Lucinne says, "He is no more than an evil spirit that is unable to sleep. Even the Winter Witch will not take one such as he."
Gosaena Lowering her voice, Lucinne says, "Death that comes in silence is to be respected."
Lies Arching one brow, Lucinne says, "Lies? In the desert, we learn that the only truth is your own. What you call a lie may only be someone else's truth."
Lorminstra Stifling a scoff, Lucinne matter-of-factly states, "I have seen the cold season of the north. Let those that choose the barrenness of ice go to the Winter Witch."
Luukos Murmuring a soft prayer, Lucinne touches the tips of her fingers to her forehead, followed by her lips, throat, and heart.
Species Lacing her fingers together before her, Priestess Lucinne says, "There are some few ghost still bound to the false one. Should you present me with a bauble, I can return to you species that can be used to pull them from him."
Villagers Casually rolling her shoulders, Lucinne says, "Those who do not walk in the sun are destined to be cold in the shade."
Warning Inclining her head, Lucinne says, "Those who do not see the signs in the sand are sure to be consumed by its many treacheries. I am not one that would ignore such a thing, especially if lips it falls from are blue."

Priestess Lucinne's Shrine

[Sea of Fire, Shield of Lapis]
Situated in the bowl of a dormant volcano, the landscape abuts the edge of a vast desert. Lava tubes, black and red in the moonlight, rise on the western edge, their cracked peaks bespeaking their hollowness. At the heart of the crater, a towering sandstone statue rises above a dark basalt altar that is ringed by torches embedded in the sand.

  • Lava Tubes: Rising like malformed pillars into the sky, the lava tubes are bulbous in body with coarse surfaces. Concentric bands radiate outward from the structure, each appearing as if the ground froze in the middle of boiling. Large cracks split the tops to reveal a smooth interior that is hollow.
  • a tower sandstone statue: Carved of sandstone to resemble a female warrior, the statue is smooth due to years of abuse in the windswept desert. Her head is held high, the multiple braids that adorn her scalp spilling from a fringed headscarf to cascade over her shoulders and back. She holds a spear in her right hand that is taller than she is, while in her open, left palm is a coiled elapid. Balancing on one red-stained foot, the statue's right foot rests upon her pallid left thigh.
  • a spear: Embedded deeply into the sand, the smooth and narrow haft of the sandstone spear is cracked and chipped. An entire section near the sandstone statue's waist is broken and missing, though the rest of the haft remains firmly grasped in her hands. Flint as large as a giantman's thigh rests at the top, which is encircled by a ring of feathers and small, ivory vermin skulls.
  • a coiled elapid: Comprised of wedded red and white sandstones, a coiled carving of an elapid rests within the open palm of a towering sandstone statue. Its wide mantle is flared and carved with large scales, the contrasting stones used to perfection to create a simple banded pattern. Tiny eyes of black jasper follow the line of the serpent's downturned snout, causing it to gaze at a dark basalt altar.
  • a dark basalt altar: Black with micro-incursions of olivine, the basalt altar is enormous and fused to a bevy of igneous rock that ranges in hue from pure white to coppery red. Slightly bowed at the center, the smooth surface is interrupted by intricate carvings that travel its circumference. Tiny burrs of red sandstone rest at the peak of inverted teardrops that ring the altar.

Quests of Priestess Lucinne

5120 - A Tale of Death
5121 - A Tale of Ownership