Shallieth Trifalgar

An ousted criminal who turns to the Guard in desperation. Trust her at your own peril.


Name: Shallieth Trifalgar
Concept/Bio: Manipulative rogue mind-mage
Lifepaths: City Born, Neophyte Sorcerer, Lead to Outcast, Smuggler, Rogue Wizard
Age : 29
Stats: Wi: B5, Pe: B5, Po: B3, Fo: B5, Ag: B4, Sp: B4, Speed Mult.: x3.5
Attributes: Ref: B4, Ste: B8, Hes: 5, Hea: B5, MW: B10, Circles: B2, Resources: B0
PTGS: Su: B3 Li: B6 Mi: B7 Se: B8 Tr: B9 Mo: B10
1. Chantille is onto me! I must use the Guard to take him out before he takes me out!
2. Gennaro and the Guard are my only refuge. For the time being I must consider myself their ally for survival’s sake.
3. The collapse was a deliberate and personal attack. I will use Murridoc’s skill with stonecraft to find those responsible so they may be punished.
1. If my games are discovered, cast Chameleon and run.
2. If violence threatens, put the Guard between myself and my foes.
3. Always keep a throwing knife up my left sleeve.
Traits: [Char] Extremely Respectful of Ones Betters, [Char] Paranoid, [Char] Spooky, [Dt] Gifted, [C-O] Charismatic, [Char] Half-Breed
Skills: Throwing Knives B2, Conspicuous B2, Falsehood B5, Inconspicuous B4, Law-Wise B2, Persuasion B5, Read B2, Seduction B2, Sorcery B5, Stealthy B4, Underworld Politics-Wise B2
Affiliations: 1D Order of Crysanthe (Ponte Luka thieves’ guild)
Gear: Knives. Lots of throwing knives., Clothes, Traveling Gear, Shoes, Leather Armor (run of the mill, half sleeves on arms and legs)
Spells: Arcane Kindness, Persuasion, Chameleon
Bare Fisted I:B2 M:B3 S:B4 Add 2 VA 0 Fast Shortest
Knife (melee) I:B2 M:B3 S:B4 Add 1 VA 0 Fast Shortest
Throwing Knife I:B2 M:B3 S:B4 DoF I:1-2 M:3-5 S: 6 Optimum:1D Extreme:1D Max Range:12 paces

Goal for next session: Help the guard to capture or kill Chantille.


Shallieth’s Tale

Matilda, Duchess of Aer, had a secret. In her early twenties she went into seclusion for a period of two years, claiming to have fallen ill. During this period she allowed no one to see her but her personal physicians and most trusted servants. Once she emerged from this seclusion she wedded Prince Raul of Mertens as had been planned. She never spoke of her self-imposed exile again.

Of course, such things are rarely what they seem. Rumor has it that during this time she gave birth to a bastard son who she then sold to the gypsies. As rumors often go, there is a grain of truth to it. The son, however, was a daughter; the so-called gypsies were the nomadic Liblikas tribe, headed by the girl’s father, Paulo Trifalgar. Trifalgar was a fine man and took the girl under his wing as his own “adopted” daughter. He did not hide the truth from young Shallieth (for that was her name) but he was a wise man and taught her the importance of keeping her identity as their little secret.

The little girl grew into a young woman. As time progressed it became apparent there was something different about the child. She stood out among her peers. Certainly, she shared their dark tan complexion and raven-black hair, but her hair was straighter, her figure slighter, and her eyes a most startling shade of electric green. Traits from her mother, of course.

Why yes, that does sound a lot like me. I’m flattered you should make the comparison.

cough All this story-telling is making my throat a bit dry. Perhaps someone would be so chivalrous as to buy a lady another drink? Oh, you are too kind, good sir. May the gods, wherever they be, look upon you in favor.

Now where was I? Oh yes, there was one trait Shallieth’s mother had given her that was not so obvious, one it is doubtful even the Duchess of Aer knew about. She had given Shallieth the Talent. It seems the noble line of Aer is an ancient one and had produced many of the great sorcerers of the past ages. And as it happens, whether through the alignment of the stars, the warp and woof of the magical ley, or simply the hand of fate, this magical affinity was passed on to the girl.

It was an . . . interesting dilemma Shallieth found herself in. When the age of womanhood came on her, things began happening around her. Things no one in the tribe could explain, as none of the Liblikas had ever experienced this sort of magic. Things Shallieth wanted seemed to just happen for her. People went out of their way to satisfy her every desire. Which is not unusual for a chieftain’s daughter, except for the fact she never actually asked.

When she casually wished for a wolfskin cloak to keep her warm at night, one of the leading huntsman was mauled to death. The tide of opinion turned against Shallieth (who still had no idea what was going on) and she was accused of witchcraft and demonic possession. Finally, to preserve the unity of the Liblikas, her father asked her to leave. And so the next town the tribe visited, Shallieth stayed. She was provisioned well, but for the first time in her life she was all alone, and she still had no idea what was happening to her.

She was far from helpless, however. Shallieth soon found that her talents served her well in the town of Kaprika, and it was not long before she fell in with the Lupe Noir, a prominent thieves’ guild, who utilized her unique talents to smuggle goods, distract the authorities, and spy on rivals. She was quickly hooked. This sort of lifestyle was both immensely fun and lucrative. It was in Kaprika Shallieth discovered the joy of manipulation. It was also in Kaprika that she conceived and lost her first child. She did not even know the father’s name; she never thought to ask.

Her stay there was not to last, however. Learning of Shallieth’s proximity (for Kaprika shared a border with Aer) and fearing that she might lay claim to the duchy, Matilda placed a bounty on her head. A few narrow escapes later, it became clear that the Ancient Lands were no longer safe for her, even with her talents and connections. But life goes on. The new world sounded interesting, all sorts of monstrous minds to play with, all sorts of intrigue and opportunities for one with her particular skill set. Even better, Lupe Noir had connections with the Ponte Luka underworld, an organization known as the Order of Crysanthe, and it so happens they had a shipment of Litheweed headed that way which needed a discrete escort. In two days, Shallieth had packed all her belongings onto a ship and headed off to start a new life.

Why yes, that was around the time I arrived here. You’re an observant fellow, aren’t you? One might even say too observant. sigh Very well, if you must know, yes, I am Shallieth Trifalgar.

Why am I telling you all this? Simple, I know I can trust you never to tell anyone else. By the way, you see that man over there? Yes, the heavily-armed mercenary twice your size. He’s been besmirching my honor all evening. I’m sure a gentleman such as yourself will not stand to see a lady treated that way. You should challenge him to a duel. To the death.

Shallieth Trifalgar

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