Crumbli
the Tea Time Tyrant
- Name: Lady Gwendolyn Arwoll.
Age: 84.
Gender: Female.
Species/Race: Highland elf.
Kingdom of Origin: Principality of Oceanius - Garvus.
Occupation: Guardian of the fae shrines.
Alignment: Lawful good. - Appearance: Blue eyes, mousy brown hair done in a crown braid, and gentle features. Gwendolyn has been referred to as a beauty and prime specimen of highland charm. She appears meek and demur at a glance but closer inspection often reveals more of her hard traits. She wears flowing gowns beneath her armour on a normal day to show she is in fact a lady and enjoys the perks of her status as well as her job.
Personality: Kind and compassionate are two words that suit her well. She holds the group accountable to all misdoings and believes that if an individual truly wishes to make a difference they need to change the group and not just themselves. She has a natural fondness towards the fae but finds other mystic beings to be disgusting. Creatures such as Minotaur, demons, lycans or the likes are all deemed hideous while seafolk, elves and humans are seen as normal.
History/Bio:
Born of noble woman Catherine and her beloved lord Tyral. The noble couple maintained their estates in the far countryside allowing serfs and other peasantry to work the land for them. They were paid a small fee but were provided with lodging and residency in the estate hold. Needless to say, the estate was more of a well guarded township than a mansion. Gwendolyn experienced a lavished childhood present in most noble lives. She had five sisters and two brothers. She was the second last child to be born in the Arwoll line and all of her siblings were born during the hundred year war.
As the end of the hundred year war appeared to have no end, lord Tyral kissed his family goodbye and rode off to fight for what’s right. Following behind him was his twenty three year old son. Neither returned home. Gwendolyn grew a close bond to her mother and sisters. Her brother was the most reserved in the house and usually kept to himself studying.
By the age of nineteen she was thrust into adulthood, a foreign concept for an elf of her age. Her mother hanged herself from their balcony overlooking the fields and it wasn't until the land workers saw her swaying in the breeze on their way to work that they even realised anything was amiss.
Her brother was a brilliant banker and his years of study seemed to keep them afloat. Young Aiduin worked hard to keep everything under control. He became lord and their sisters began to fill roles he couldn't afford to. Gwendolyn became head of the guard and the other sisters became scribes, overseers and one was married off to keep their control over the land. Because of the lack of cheap staff and the fact family members had to be used, they all agreed to using face coverings to keep their identities hidden while working. While it didn't fool very many it did help to keep anonymity about the town regarding which family member could do what.
The forced truce came about and the strain for troops grew less and pensions would no longer be a growing cost.
Stories came through the courts of the crown princess being a cold-hearted killer and her defiance of these claims began to backtrack the work her siblings had been doing to appease all the nobles be they minor or not. The Arwoll house came to the conclusion that Gwendolyn was too great a risk for the courts and should only remain as a guard. When they told her this, she was hurt. She left her lands and paid whatever fees she had to to escape. With her came the family guard. They became not to the family but to her.
The group made their way to Garvus and devoted themselves in service to the mountain fae and Orcus. At first they were told to leave. They were unwanted and their presence of weaponry and violent nature left much to be desired from the locals. She persisted nonetheless and, after a fair deposit of gold eagles, managed to purchase nearby land from the locals for her men. However no victory is without a cost.
By taking the guards with her, she'd allowed their lands to be taken by the peasantry and minor houses surrounding. The keep was overrun in the night and everyone loyal to the Arwoll's was hanged. Her sister informed her of this and had clearly been mourning judging by the smudging of the ink. She sent letter to the high courts and was decreed the new lady of house Arwoll. Her first deed was not to take her banner back and exact vengeance but to renounce her ownership of the land and give it freely to the minor houses surrounding.
This act of kindness in the face of all the tragedy pleased the local fae. The fae of the town slowly stopped treating her as such a hostile outsider and gave her the respect she felt she deserved. They treated her and her men as their own and promised to help them in anyway they could.
She is often summoned to court and called upon for service to the crown. She did attempt to join the blackscales but the chill of the land and heartless dedication of the elite unnerved her. Nevertheless she is recognised to be a great warrior and is in the process of drafting new land claims. If those fail she has a few suitors ready and waiting for her hand. - Equipment:
- Armour: A well crafted and dyed suit of leather and cloth. Her attire is designed for an agile and lightweight fighting style prioritising mobility and flexibility over indestructibility. Due to the design of her armour she can discard her cloak in a pinch and keep her identity concealed from attackers or potential targets.
- Weaponry: A perfectly crafted blade if ever there were such a thing. Her rapier was slowly made with the intent of perfection. Not unlike her guards, the rapier comes across more appealing to the eye than most others but still possesses the abilities to parry a thrust. Beyond that she also has a set of twelve throwing knives all small and shaped like tear drops.
Abilities:
- (Trained) Expert swordsman - When it comes to rapiers she has very few rivals. Her abilities have been refined for sixty years (give or take) and her title of 'undefeated' was fairly earned. She won't brag about her skills or boast about her many victories but each defeat she receives fascinates her, often causing obsession with the person's technique.
- (Trained) Experienced marksman - With bows and knives she has a keen eye. From afar she can hit most targets with impressive accuracy. She's been known to hunt using just her knives or disarm an opponent from afar with two sudden hand movements.
- (Trained) Fleet footed - Not only can she move without a sound but she can do it fast. She can traverse great distances relatively quickly or slip past unsuspecting guards without even a hint of her presence. Her skills are on par with many of the raw recruits in the blackscales but her heart could never be in the right place.
- (Magic) Humid nectar - A spell that draws all moisture from the air in the immediate area and consolidates it. The spell can form any amount of liquid depending on the moisture present. In the desert she'd be lucky to form a handful but in the jungle she'd have more than enough to quench a ravenous thirst.
- (Natural) Bestial allegiance - Animals are less intimidated of her, meaning they don't feel threatened by her actions. Because of this, she has an easier time domesticating certain animals and rarely finds herself victim to wild animal attacks. Plants however are not included.
- (Natural) Light and agile - She has a small frame and virtually no body fat despite her noble heritage. She can gracefully throw herself around with little need for worry about being too weighed down.
Other:
- She has a pet owl named Freckle.