Player @dc444 .
Please keep the first few posts for current character sheet, familiar, talisman, etc. and keep advancement logs etc further down the thread.
Player @dc444 .
Name: Betula ex Criamon
Birth Name: Elsbet Cutter
Primus: Bucephalus, militant Criamon on the Path of Strife before becoming Primus
Covenant of Apprenticeship: Castellum Veridian (first ~5 years) and The Cave of Twisting Shadows
Age: 30 (gauntlet at 29, apprenticeship starts 14, 1 year post-gauntlet in CharGen)
Apparent Age: 27
Warping: 0 (2)
Twilight Scars: None... yet.
Confidence: 1 (5)
Personality: Compassionate +6*, Pious (Criamon Philosophy) +1, Love of Nature +3
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Weight: 140 lbs. (63.5 kg)
Betula is a tall, thin woman. An angular, long face few would consider beautiful. Hair of brown with almost greenish highlights when it lightens with sun exposure. Her skin is mostly pale like a birch tree but, also like a birch tree, are darker patches shaped something like eyes. Something about her pale skin makes it seem that there is a glow beneath it, like is sometimes said of joyfully healthy people. Her eyes are an almost unnatural pale green. She wears long wool peasant skirts and dresses most left undyed or brown and often with stains of dirt and grass at her knees and below. In most weather she also wears high socks under her skirts to hide her stigmata from those who may misunderstand them in case her skirts lift enough and a deep-hooded long cloak over it al when she must enter a town to somewhat hide her fae features.
- Her father was a woodcutter in a small village at the edge of Sherwood Forest. He was seduced by a nymph of a birch grove and, when he returned, impregnated his wife with the fae child.
- Elsbet's mother died in childbirth and rumors began with the midwife of her father's infidelity due to Elsbet's strange fae look. Without a mother, another village woman took pity on them and since she was still producing milk kept this long, pale baby alive despite how unnerved Elsbet sometimes made her feel.
- Elsbet had a fairly normal, if isolated childhood. Often being brought into the forest when her father went to fell trees. On the paths he would teach her the names of the trees and the benefits of their wood and anything else he knew of them and the forest but while he was felling the trees she would often sit quietly whittling branches with a small knife or wandering, but never very far.
- When she was about 8 winters old, on one of these trips she was approached by a spry, strange middle-aged man who introduced himself as Vineus. He had markings that seemed to grow (not that they moved, merely elicited that illusion) from under his sleeves, onto his hands and then fingers. The discussion was weird, his Saxon was strangely accented but more odd because he used many strange words she did not know. He seemed to approve that she challenged him to explain. The last thing Vineus asked before the tree fell and her Father noticed and he came running was, "When the seed grows, where does it go?" And then her Father was separating them and yelling at the man though he quickly calmed down and they went a bit away to discuss... what, she could not hear but the looks at her made Elsbet think they were discussing her though there was also pointing, not at her, to the Northwest. As he left smiling, he waved and yelled, "See you soon, little seed."
- Sometimes she could get the village midwife to tell her stories of the forest folk.
- Life returned to normal for a while, she grew and changed and the women of the village lowered their voices when she approached. Until her 13th winter, her father took ill, there was nothing any in the village could do and nothing many would do. A week went by and returning to their hut from chopping firewood her father was out of bed, getting dressed, sick as he was. "Take me to Vineus," and she brought around the sledge and attached the mule he used to drag wood, surrounding him with every blanket and article of clothing they had she set off North. Occasionally he was lucid enough to correct their route and after a couple days they came to a statue of a white horse.* Having been told to expect a girl of Elsbet’s description, the protectors of Castrum Veridian quickly took over and moved her and her father to a warm bed near a hearth while another ran to fetch Vineus. The strange, old, spry magus quickly cast a spell on her father and color began to return to his cheeks as he slipped into a deeper slumber. “Come with me, girl, he is safe here and needs his rest. They will send for us when he wakes.” And she took Vineus’ hand and followed him back to what she would later learn was his sanctum. He was kind and interesting to speak to. Treated her as something of an equal, never raised his voice in anger or fear. They would take long walks among the trees while her father was recovering, and he did, with Vineus’ spells, but was never as strong as he had been. As Winter became Spring and her father was mobile again he explained what he and Vineus had discussed those years ago, that Vineus knew she was different, that her life and future was with him, or someone like him and she could do much worse and her father knew it to be true, stories he had heard of cruel wizards and witches breaking the backs of those they lorded over and he had wished for her to have a better life but could not bear being without her then. Seeing them together and seeing some of the others here he told her to find this better life with Vineus, walk whatever path that was, knowing he could never understand. Her father wanted to return home to their village but when he had gathered his meager things and his mule Vineus merely said, “Stay. Watch” and he stayed… and watched. Elsbet moved into Vineus’ sanctum, a private alcove of it that was all hers and had been Vineus’ previous apprentices’, years ago. He opened her arts with the traditional Criamon riddles and was surprised at how quickly and surely she answered the one for Herbam, his own preferred art. Her life seemed normal for an apprentice, long hours spent practicing Latin and letters, talking while walking in the forest with her Pater. Her father was there but she rarely had time for him and he for her, assigned as foreman of a gang of unskilled woodsmen working for the covenant. Two years he lived there, seeing her rarely, working as much as he could but, thankfully, at lighter duties than his work alone, with the mule. The second Winter at Castellum Veridian he took ill again and this time the color did not return to his cheeks with Vineus’ spells. He was buried in a plot where the covenfolk were buried and his fellow woodmen and Elsbet said their peace above the grave as Vineus watched.
Soak: +1 (+1 Animal, +1 Corpus, +3 Herbam, +1 Mentem, +1 Terram, +1 Vim)
MR: 5, Animal 6, Corpus 10, Herbam 18, Ignem 10 (No form resistance applies), Mentem 10, Terram 10, Vim 10
Combat: Dodge, Ini +1, Attack -, Defense +1, Damage -
|Presence||+1||Glow of Life|
|Enigmatic Wisdom||Minor||Hermetic||0||House Virtue|
|Affinity with Herbam||Minor||Hermetic||1|
|Major Magical Focus (Trees)||Major||Hermetic||3|
|Strong Faerie Blood (Nymph)||Major||Supernatural||3||+1 Com, to no greater than 3|
|Second Sight||Minor||Supernatural||0||Free from SFB|
|Limited Magic Resistance(Ignem)||Minor||Hermetic||1|
|Susceptibility to Divine Power||Minor||Hermetic||1|
|English||East Midland||5||0 (Native language)|
|Area Lore: Alps||forests||1||5|
|Area Lore: Mercia||1||5|
|Area Lore: Sherwood Forest||geography||2||15|
|Artes Liberales||ritual magic||1||5|
|Cov Lore: Cave of Twisting Shadows||personalities||1||5|
|Craft: Wood Carving||toys||3||30|
|Faerie Lore||plant faeries||2||15|
|Magic Lore||plants & herbam beings||2||20|
|Mys Cult Lore: House Criamon||final transmission sites||2||15|
|Prof: Woodsman||identifying trees and wood||2||15|
|Herbam||10+3||57 (38 b4 Aff)|
|Spell||Casting Total||Level||Notes/Pg Ref|
|Intuition of the Forest||+17||InHe10||Core|
|Converse with Plant and Tree||+19||InHe25||Core|
|Stir the Slumbering Tree||+16||MuHe(Me)25||Only Works on Trees, focus applies. Core|
|Month of the Controlled Growth||+14||ReHe20||As Controlled Growth but Moon Duration. MoH|
|The Call to Slumber||+6||ReMe10||Core|
|The Unseen Porter||+6||ReTe10||Core|
No Lab currently
5 Lbs silver
Vis: 0 (1p)
1p of Herbam
Books: 3 (Summae, 1 at 27BP, 1 at 30BP)
On the Distractions of the World by Verderis, Summa on Concentration L6Q9 (27BP)
Discussions of Theory with Cato ex Bonisagus, Primus of House Criamon by Cato as transcribed by Miral ex Criamon, Summa on Magic Theory L7Q9 (30BP)
Lab Texts: 2 (160 levels of Lab Texts)
No Familiar Currently
Please write a backstory next.
No Talisman Currently
- Summer 1013: Learned Name of her Nymph "mother," Nyliya, from maybe-Edwin (a faerie) at what is left of Castellum Veridian, which is also known as White Horse by the common folk around here.
- 1013 Spring: Arrival in Calias, Channel Crossing, and the road to Nottingham - 12xp + 3 for Ind. Study, 3 Confidence earned. 5xp to each of AL: Mercia, Magic Lore, and Second Sight.