Triara

D6 D4
D10 D8

Physical
Height: 14 hands
Dash: 4 paces
Lift bonus: 2
Magic points: 12

Size: 6 stone
Stride: 1 paces
Strength: D6
Soak: D6
Gifts: Claws (Racial), Keen Ears (Racial), Teeth (Racial), Extra trait, Keen Nose
Flaws: Failing Health, Curious
Self-improvement: -

Equipment
Travelling with a band of nomads and caravans, so equipment list is not applicable. A little of everything, especially exciting clothes and veils, crystal balls, magical and "magical" items, and the rest that goes with the territory.
Magic Points:

Hit Points
Race: Red Fox   Habitat: Forest   Senses: Listen, Smell
D12 Career: Seer (Fortune teller)
 D8 Career: G&P (Talent)
  D4  
     Skills
D12     Climbing
D12     Sixth Sense
D12     Stealth
D12     Tracking
 D8    Fast-talk
 D8   D10 Psychology
 D8   D6 Augury
 D8   D12 Observation
  D4   Lore: Green & Purple Magic
  D4   Literacy
  D4  D8 Meditation
    D8 Acting
    D6 Animal Handling
    D4 Ciphering
    D8 Dancing (Exotic)
    D6 First Aid
    D4 Herbalism
    D10 Seduction
    D4 Weather Sense
    D6 Survival

Combat

Weapon (A): Teeth / Claws
To-hit: D12, D4
Parry: D12, D4
Damage:
Special: +D6 (Claws), Grappling (Teeth)

Initiative: D10, D4
Resolve: D8
Armour: -
Dice & Soak: D6

Block: D4
Dodge: D4
Shield: -

Status: Vixen gypsy, lover of Taryn, NPC, always on the move

Triara, the outcast - Triara, the gypsy - Triara, the mysterious - Many are the attributes that accompany this vixen's notorious name. She is known by and large, as someone unreliable, but with strange powers that not even the wizards can explain. Most people are a bit scared of her. She is the tantalizing enigma, and the unwelcome unknown.

Of course, she thinks very little of that herself. This vixen knows the aces up her sleeve. Triara is more than a little bit skilled at playing her customers. The fortune she tells people is based on the ancient art of headology, where keen senses and a sharp wit is crucial for guessing the answers that they want to hear, and still make it vague enough to always turn out more or less true...ish.

Yet, her visions of the future are very often in accordance with fate, a fact that Triara seldom stays long enough to witness. She travels with her band of two dogs and two coyotes, a very colourful assembly of vagabond canines. The two couples take care of everything practical, setting up camps, acquiring food, haggling with people, and just about everything that Triara isn't very good at. Mostly she doesn´t notice; especially if a handsome male foxy happens to dwell in her immediate vicinity.

What has recently begun to become clear to Triara is the fact that some of her successes with influencing her customers might not necessarily be the case of her headology. There are deeper, mightier forces lurking beneath the surface, and in dreams, they have come to the vixen, showing her another way: A hedonistic but yet tempting origin, unknown to any sophont of Calabria; a not very flattering vision of a time when all the proud races of today's marvellous civilization were but animals, not even granted the basic right to walk upright like a thinking being.

Needless to say, Triara doesn't tell many of her customers any such nonsense. That'd be bad for business, and so crazy that nobody would ever believe her. But once in a while, someone with faraway soul of ancient times comes to her, and she takes him with her into the dream... seeking a realm beyond time; beyond all his wildest imaginations.

During her travels, Triara managed to pick up an eager lover, Taryn, who chose to follow her and share her fate. Who knows what the future has in mind for the couple? I bet Triara does!

Triara is Copyright (C) Thomas Hagenfeldt (a.k.a. Chama C. Fox) 2000