- STR: 12
- INT: 16
- WIS: 15
- CON: 10
- DEX: 18
- CHA: 17
- COM: 22
- Hit Points: 16
- Wealth: Very Wealthy. At least so long as your son is alive.
| Age: 18 |  |
| Class: 3rd level Assassin | |
| Alignment: Neutral Evil | |
Description: A petite raven-haired beauty wearing beautiful dresses, all in black. Out
of mourning for her recently deceased husband, of course.| Secondary Skills: poisons, forensic medicine, dancing, court etiquette | |
Weapon: Sabbot. Yes. The lady knows kickboxing. Well, really just ballet with a few offensive moves, but it does the same damage. 1d6. With bonuses for backstabbing, etc. Dagger 1d4. (Actually a ladies table knife, but same thing.)
Keys: Access to all noblewomen and gentlewomen
Character History: You really should have stuck it out another year, you know.
Oh well, there's no use crying over split blood. Or poison. Or whatever it happens to
be.
You were married of to Count Krissendorfen two years ago. All sixty years and three
hundred pounds of him. He nearly smothered you, so it's only fair, after all, that you
turned it around and smothered him. Nothing the chirurgeon had been able trace, and
you'd even had a child, so what was everyone bitching about?
Well, the bitching was private. From the Suzereigna. Count Krissendorfen was the
last of an old and magical bloodline. And not only did you kill him, but she figured
out that your child is actually the bastard of one of his guards. Absolutely useless for
her purposes. Well, how the hell were you supposed to know that? Regardless, your
pleas haven't fallen on completely deaf ears, particularly your lie that he couldn't get it
up, so you had to provide an heir somehow, didn't you?
Whatever. The Suzereigna won't challenge your son's inheritance--and your regency
in the time being--so long as you prove yourself useful. If you're useful, your son's
useful. If not, you're both so much unwanted baggage, and if she gets rid of you, she'll
have a castle and a small fortune to do with as she sees fit, since she's the nearest heir.
But you have a little time to prove yourself. Spies are always useful, and you may
ingratiate yourself with that, but you understand a kindred spirit when you see it, and
you know that your son's life is safe only so long as the Suzereigna decides she doesn't
want the castle or the fortune, or doesn't find someone she thinks might deserve it
more.
Those are the rules of the game. But now that you've got a little breathing
space--before your father attempts to arrange another marriage for you, or the Suzereigna does
it herself--you'd better do what you can. If you help the Suzereigna retrieve her lost
jewel, you'll prove yourself useful, and maybe get to keep what you have. Better yet, if
you can catch the eye of her grandnephew, Parsival, you may just be able to step up
into the royal family. And then once the Suzereigna dies, there's only--what is it,
five?--people between you and the Imperial throne.
But this time you play it safe and wait. Parsival Von Hohenheim looks fun, strong
and dumb--desirable qualities in any husband--and once you have a half-dozen potential
legitimate heirs waiting, you can go about whittling out the competition.
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