Sigil, Lady of Garlands, Queen and Warden of the Summer Marches
Rank: Veteran Advances: 8
Race: Human (half-fey)
Iconic Framework: Exile Archfey (SPC Powerhouse)
Attributes: Agility d8, Smarts d10, Spirit d10, Strength d4, Vigor d8
Pace: 6; Parry: 6 (½ Fighting +2); Toughness: 17 (1) MDC (½ Vigor+2 plus armor)
Skills (21)
Athletics 1d6 (1)
Common Knowledge 1d4
Notice 1d6 (1)
Persuasion 1d8+2 (2)
Stealth 1d6 (1)
Focus 1d8+2 (3)
Spellcasting 1d10+2 (3)
Occult 1d10 (3)
Performance 1d8+1 (2)
Taunt 1d8 (2)
Fighting 1d8 (3)
Language:
American 1d8
Edges
Human - Attractive
Hind - Smarts +1d
Hind - Arcane Background: Magic
Bonus - Spirit +1d
Bonus - Rapid Recharge
Extra Hind - Charismatic
Extra Hind - Brave
HJ - New Powers
HJ - Adept (Protection, Arcane Protection, Boost/Lower Trait)
HJ - Wizard
IF - Channeling
Nov1 - +1d Spellcasting, +1d Occult
Nov2 - Power Points
Nov3 - +1d Vigor
Sea1 - Master of Magic
Sea2 - One With Magic (Novice)
Sea3 - Power Points
Sea4 - +1d Taunt, +1d Performance
Vet1 - +1d Spirit
Hindrances
- Overconfident
- Quirk: Flair for the dramatic
- All Thumbs
- Habit (Major): Cannot break oath sworn on own name
- Habit (Minor): Cannot directly lie
- Environmental Weakness: Cold Iron
IF - Distinctive Appearance: Fey
IF - Power Negation: Cold Iron
IF - Enemy: Queen Octavia of the Winter Court
IF - Vengeful
Iconic Framework - SPC Powerhouse
Superhuman Enhancements: The character gains 45 Super Power Points, with a Power Limit of 20 points.
Exponential Grown: The character gains 5 power points as they reach Seasoned, Veteran and Heroic Ranks.
Hero's Journey
- Smarts: +3 skill points for Smarts skills
- Magic/Mysticism: Wizard
- Magic/Mysticism: New Powers
- Experience/Wisdom: Professional Edge (Adept)
- Training: +3 skill points for Athletics, Shooting or Fighting
Super Powers 55
Wand of the Regalia (Device -2 to each power in it)
- Thorn's Retort - Entangle (MBT Area Effect, Strong) 5
- Curse of the Eternal Desert - Infection (Strong, Affliction (anemic), Lethal, Range x2) 7
- Super Edge: Channeling 1
- Skill Bonus (Spellcasting) 1
Warded Skin - Old spells and ancient power buttress the flesh of a Queen, making it all but impervious to most harm...save only the bite of iron that's never known a forge's kiss.
- Toughness +10 10
- Armor (+1, Hvy) 5
Glamours and Charms - Fey are known for their magical trickery and charm, and Sigil is no exception. It is drawn from her very nature and essence, requiring no spell nor clumsy shaping of mana from the world.
- Illusion (Distraction, Film Quality, Obscurement) 8
- Mind Control 5
The Garland Path - As a Queen of Summer, Sigil benefits from the ancient pact of garlands and can be carried aloft as flower petals on a brisk, warm wind.
- Teleportation (12" range, Traverse) 5
The Deep Magic - To a Queen of the Marches, magic swims in the air, billows up from the crevices in the earth, crashes to shore in the tides. With the Regalia, they become one with the magic of their land...and even without it, they remember much.
- Super Attribute: Smarts +1d 2
- Skill Bonus (Focus) 2
- Super Sorcery 4
Sigil - Lady of Garlands, Queen and Warden of the Summer Marches
Sigil - Lady of Garlands, Queen and Warden of the Summer Marches
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Re: Sigil - Lady of Garlands, Queen and Warden of the Summer Marches
Magic Spells (20 PPE)
- Detect/Conceal Arcana (Innate)
- Protection
- Arcane Protection
- Smite
- Boost/Lower Trait
- Empathy
Communications Band (1 PPE/hr)
- Speak Languages
- Detect/Conceal Arcana (Innate)
- Protection
- Arcane Protection
- Smite
- Boost/Lower Trait
- Empathy
Communications Band (1 PPE/hr)
- Speak Languages
Re: Sigil - Lady of Garlands, Queen and Warden of the Summer Marches
Cash: 15550
Equipment:
Backpack, 250
NG-S2 Survival Pack
Communication Band, 34000
Communicator, 1500
Temperature Cloak, 2000
Dosimeter, 200
Boots of the Erased (Patron Item)
Weight: 3 lbs.
Features
• These enchanted boots leave no trail, convey no body odors or oils, leave no footprints, make no sound, and convey no detectable amount of body heat. Sensors of any sort are -4 to detect them, as is any sound based Perception or any Tracking check.
Weapons
Laer Rost Lachiel (Enchanted Spear, lightning trapping, signature), 1d6+2d8 AP 8
A powerful item imbued with all the fury of a summer thunderstorm, the Laer Rost Lachiel (sometimes abbreviated 'Lazshil' informally) is a spear with a head forged from moonsilver that had never touched the ground before it was quenched, with a haft crafted from hardened wood taken from a tree split by lightning. The result is a spear that nearly wields itself, augmenting its user's strength with its own movement and that can return to their hand if thrown. When the spear is wielded in battle, lightning crackles around the head and harmlessly down the haft and arms of its wielder.
- Increase damage dice +1d (major)
- Trait Increase (Strength) +1d
- Returns when thrown (minor)
- Parry +1
Armor
None
Sold
- Wilk's 320 laser pistol 5500
- Huntsman Armor 12000
Equipment:
Backpack, 250
NG-S2 Survival Pack
Communication Band, 34000
Communicator, 1500
Temperature Cloak, 2000
Dosimeter, 200
Boots of the Erased (Patron Item)
Weight: 3 lbs.
Features
• These enchanted boots leave no trail, convey no body odors or oils, leave no footprints, make no sound, and convey no detectable amount of body heat. Sensors of any sort are -4 to detect them, as is any sound based Perception or any Tracking check.
Weapons
Laer Rost Lachiel (Enchanted Spear, lightning trapping, signature), 1d6+2d8 AP 8
A powerful item imbued with all the fury of a summer thunderstorm, the Laer Rost Lachiel (sometimes abbreviated 'Lazshil' informally) is a spear with a head forged from moonsilver that had never touched the ground before it was quenched, with a haft crafted from hardened wood taken from a tree split by lightning. The result is a spear that nearly wields itself, augmenting its user's strength with its own movement and that can return to their hand if thrown. When the spear is wielded in battle, lightning crackles around the head and harmlessly down the haft and arms of its wielder.
- Increase damage dice +1d (major)
- Trait Increase (Strength) +1d
- Returns when thrown (minor)
- Parry +1
Armor
None
Sold
- Wilk's 320 laser pistol 5500
- Huntsman Armor 12000
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Re: Sigil - Lady of Garlands, Queen and Warden of the Summer Marches
Story
There was a time, long ago, when magic lay thick over the lands of Earth and the old roads that wove between worlds were intact, and well-trod. In those days a girl who had never quite fit in, a girl who felt the pull of something more; something she couldn't put name to, followed a bobbing light into a circle of stones. She was not seen again, in this world.
In another world she stumbled into the Winter Marches; a domain of the larger world of Faerie that lies close enough to the mortal realm that it experiences a semblance of time, if not always in lockstep. She was met by a handful of natives. An assortment of fey creatures holding out in resistance against the reign of Octavia, the Queen of the realm. With no immediate way home, she accepted the offer of hospitality, and was drawn into the conflict. Having been cautioned not to give anyone her true name, she chose to be called 'Sigil.'
Together with her confederates, Sigil joined the resistance, eventually coming to lead it. As the movement gained followers and ground, the seasons turned. Winter's grip began to ease, the clouds began to part. In the end the Tides of Spring clashed with Octavia's forces at her redoubt of Icecrown, high in the mountains, and at great cost overcame them. Sigil herself dueled Octavia, and with an enchanted ring that reflects magic, turned her icy powers back on her...leaving her forever frozen in her own courtyard. She then took the Regalia, and assumed the power and price of Queendom over the Summer Marches.
Her reign was long, even by the standards of the Marches. Troublingly long. No one rose to challenge the Summer Queen in the battle of Autumn, leading to a new Winter. The ways and doors to the mortal realm remained stubbornly shut. As the Marches were mingled with mortality, so too were its Queens... A girl of mixed blood was chosen for this story to play out upon, but none came.
But the seasons turned all the same. Sigil realized one day that her heart was hardening. The greenery of the Mantle was turning brittle and rust in shade, little by little. A chill wind was blowing from Icecrown...just little gusts for now, but change was in the air. She had held on for so long, but now faced a hard choice. Continue to rule, knowing that the Marches would drag her along with them into Winter, and become the creature she had fought against...or cede the Throne to another. What other? There was only one possible answer.
Sigil returned to Icecrown, and using the might of the Regalia, undid Octavia's spell. She offered the former queen a pact, offering up three items of the Regalia and the Throne in exchange for a head start before being hunted. A head start that Sigil could use to begin the process of gathering forces to oppose Octavia again. The seasons had to turn...but within that framework there was a lot of room for interpretation. There had to be a Winter, but how long and how harsh? That was malleable. Sigil hoped to hobble Octavia, preventing her from exercising the kind of utter and cruel dominion she had before...and then to remove her again with less trouble.
Octavia was, of course, suspicious...but from her point of view there was little reason not to accept the pact, albeit not without some revisions. She specified that Sigil would have a 'year and a day,' but that she couldn't spend it in the Marches. She would be exiled to the mortal realm...cut off from the forces she might otherwise organize. This was indeed troublesome, but Sigil had deceived her once again. For, while Octavia slept in ice, Sigil had added a fourth item to the Regalia; the mirror ring she'd used on Octavia. When providing 'the three items of the Regalia,' she only surrendered the Mantle, the Crown, and the Ring...keeping the original Wand for herself. Without the Wand, the set was not complete, and its powers substantially reduced. To make matters worse, Sigil was then cast out by the force of the oath to the Mists beyond, to the mortal world...beyond Octavia's fury and promises of vengeance.
To Earth, in fact, where she appeared through a Rift. Through uncertain days Sigil traveled, as alien as any newcomer, until she met some people who could get her oriented. A being of vast magical powers, she quickly landed on her feet and began seeking out allies, in hopes they might help her when the Wild Hunt found its way to the mortal world again. Perhaps even when the time came for a new Spring. The stronger, the better...and it's hard to find stronger than the Venators.
There was a time, long ago, when magic lay thick over the lands of Earth and the old roads that wove between worlds were intact, and well-trod. In those days a girl who had never quite fit in, a girl who felt the pull of something more; something she couldn't put name to, followed a bobbing light into a circle of stones. She was not seen again, in this world.
In another world she stumbled into the Winter Marches; a domain of the larger world of Faerie that lies close enough to the mortal realm that it experiences a semblance of time, if not always in lockstep. She was met by a handful of natives. An assortment of fey creatures holding out in resistance against the reign of Octavia, the Queen of the realm. With no immediate way home, she accepted the offer of hospitality, and was drawn into the conflict. Having been cautioned not to give anyone her true name, she chose to be called 'Sigil.'
Together with her confederates, Sigil joined the resistance, eventually coming to lead it. As the movement gained followers and ground, the seasons turned. Winter's grip began to ease, the clouds began to part. In the end the Tides of Spring clashed with Octavia's forces at her redoubt of Icecrown, high in the mountains, and at great cost overcame them. Sigil herself dueled Octavia, and with an enchanted ring that reflects magic, turned her icy powers back on her...leaving her forever frozen in her own courtyard. She then took the Regalia, and assumed the power and price of Queendom over the Summer Marches.
Her reign was long, even by the standards of the Marches. Troublingly long. No one rose to challenge the Summer Queen in the battle of Autumn, leading to a new Winter. The ways and doors to the mortal realm remained stubbornly shut. As the Marches were mingled with mortality, so too were its Queens... A girl of mixed blood was chosen for this story to play out upon, but none came.
But the seasons turned all the same. Sigil realized one day that her heart was hardening. The greenery of the Mantle was turning brittle and rust in shade, little by little. A chill wind was blowing from Icecrown...just little gusts for now, but change was in the air. She had held on for so long, but now faced a hard choice. Continue to rule, knowing that the Marches would drag her along with them into Winter, and become the creature she had fought against...or cede the Throne to another. What other? There was only one possible answer.
Sigil returned to Icecrown, and using the might of the Regalia, undid Octavia's spell. She offered the former queen a pact, offering up three items of the Regalia and the Throne in exchange for a head start before being hunted. A head start that Sigil could use to begin the process of gathering forces to oppose Octavia again. The seasons had to turn...but within that framework there was a lot of room for interpretation. There had to be a Winter, but how long and how harsh? That was malleable. Sigil hoped to hobble Octavia, preventing her from exercising the kind of utter and cruel dominion she had before...and then to remove her again with less trouble.
Octavia was, of course, suspicious...but from her point of view there was little reason not to accept the pact, albeit not without some revisions. She specified that Sigil would have a 'year and a day,' but that she couldn't spend it in the Marches. She would be exiled to the mortal realm...cut off from the forces she might otherwise organize. This was indeed troublesome, but Sigil had deceived her once again. For, while Octavia slept in ice, Sigil had added a fourth item to the Regalia; the mirror ring she'd used on Octavia. When providing 'the three items of the Regalia,' she only surrendered the Mantle, the Crown, and the Ring...keeping the original Wand for herself. Without the Wand, the set was not complete, and its powers substantially reduced. To make matters worse, Sigil was then cast out by the force of the oath to the Mists beyond, to the mortal world...beyond Octavia's fury and promises of vengeance.
To Earth, in fact, where she appeared through a Rift. Through uncertain days Sigil traveled, as alien as any newcomer, until she met some people who could get her oriented. A being of vast magical powers, she quickly landed on her feet and began seeking out allies, in hopes they might help her when the Wild Hunt found its way to the mortal world again. Perhaps even when the time came for a new Spring. The stronger, the better...and it's hard to find stronger than the Venators.