I took to living outside of the city in a small abandoned home, deciding it best to lay low for a while. I had to ration my feeding as I tended to draw attention to myself if I indulged too often. A sudden increase in creative output of the local populace tends not to go unnoticed.

Vivienne found me again a few months after we parted, I have found that those I spend a lot of time with are often have little trouble finding me. She wanted help with a dispute she was having with Sadrabald, her usual fence, and a compatriot of my own from the Brothel days.

He claimed Vivienne stole a considerable sum from him, and he used the coin she took from me as evidence of her crimes. I did find it amusing that she was completely unapologetic for taking my money, assuming—correctly—that I viewed it as payment for her aid.

I was tempted to leave them to each others' follies, but I had some affection for the both of them, and from the way Vivienne described the situation, I could see that some real harm would come to one or both if they were left to their own devices. The anger she felt while talking was so strong, it was all I could do to stop myself from feeding on her. But I knew that would only make things so much worse.

Vivienne knew something of my true nature, and I think she assumed my solution would be supernatural in nature. But really this was a financial dispute, and one that I found could be easily rectified.

I had to make myself know back in the city again, if only for a short time, but it was still a danger as the clergy would be still be after me. I kept my introductions quiet, and my feeding restrained.

Ultimately, I solved the issue by working with Sadrabald and increasing his business. He really was a sloppy book keeper, and a terrible salesman. So all it took was some simple modifications and he had increased his takings at least threefold.

While I am not an official part of the business, I think it may prove useful to have access to a solid revenue stream, and a link to criminal element of Paris's population.

In return for my aid I required that he forgive Vivienne any perceived theft. But I could sense he never truly believed me when I claimed the money was my own, and Vivienne knew it too. Their relationship did not fully mend.

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Game Effect

• New Experience
  • I fix a rift between my friends Vivienne and Sadrabald using my business acumen; I find the drama of mortals amusing, if a little frustrating
• Skills
  • Check: I am deft at business
• Characters
  • Modify character: Vivienne Labelle
  • She knows something of my nature, but I trust her
  • New character: Sadrabald
  • A fence in Paris, he runs a sloppy business, but I help him out
• Resources
  • I have a stake in a small fencing operation in Paris

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Cait kept me anchored in more ways that I realised. After wandering for a few years, I was desperate for some real company. So I decided to settle in Paris.

My talents could have ingratiated me with any of the merchants of the more prestigious trades, or even in the court of a local lord. But I didn't want much attention. So I took to prostitution.

Not of myself, by now I had learned not just how to fan the flames of desire in those I hunted, but to direct it as well. This wasn't so much a supernatural power as a lesson in manipulation of mankind's baser natures.

I ran a small brothel near the city gates at the begrudging allowance of city authorities. Mostly we served young freemen travelling to a city to sell goods and were free from their families for a short while.

The money was good, and the feeding was better. We developed a great reputation in the city, and I became rich and famous in some circles. But eventually the local clergy grew tired of our debauchery and raided our house, putting me in shackles. The iron burns my skill and I am greatly weakened, almost extinguished.

However, one of the girls, Vivienne, who was resourceful and loyal, set fire to the house and smuggled me out of the city in the chaos. She broke my bonds, but left me alone to recover. She also took the small amount of money I had on me.

I did not begrudge her, she saved my life and for that I am forever thankful.

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Game Effect

• New Experience
  • I run a brothel in Paris and make a lot of money and have access to many victims, but it is quickly reduced to ruin; I learn that I draw too much attention if I stay too long in one place
• Skills
  • Check: I can tap into peoples' driving desires
  • New: I am deft at business
• Characters
  • New character: Vivienne Labelle

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Many years have passed. Erik was quickly ousted as King and fled back to Norway, I accompanied him of course, but soon grew restless in his court and took to wandering. Cait grew old while I did not, and while she accompanied me on my travels dutifully, eventually she could not keep up.

I left her in the care of a French monastery, who I paid with knowledge, poems, and a not inconsiderable amount of money. I stayed with her for some weeks before she left for a nearby nunnery.

While I did not find myself lacking for food amongst the younger monks, a few of them had the same calming nature as Cait. I learned from them how to settle my own mind with quiet meditation. At least until my hunger grew too strong to ignore.

I started a journal there as I would be alone now and had no one to tell my stories to. I purchased a finely bound volume from the monks and wrote in it of Cait.

As I left the grounds I realised that I have started a new phase, and with the passing of time I should take a new name. I decided to call myself Guiscard the Wanderer.

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Game Effect

• New Experience
  • I visit a Monastery and leave Cait in their care and learn to calm my hunger; I am sad to see her go, but hopeful for the future
• Lose Memory
  • Moved Memories of Cait to diary
• New Skill
  • I control the beast
• Change skill
  • “I know the history of my people” —> “I know many great secrets”

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The satiation I get from the healer does not last long, and within a few days my vitality wanes again. I visit the city, where there is easy prey among the revellers in the taverns. I soon become fixated on finding my next victim, even the time of warm fullness that I experience after a feeding (for I cannot think of it as anything else) is spent plotting and relishing the next.

I think I would have lost myself if it were not for Caitrìona. Something is different in her, she does not burn with any secret desires, or want for supernatural inspiration. I think any of those motivations were stolen from her along with her parents.

When I sit in her presence now, I remember what it was like just to be in someone else's quiet company. She does not talk much, but she does not need to. I talk to her, about the household, the finances, the stories I must write, and she listens. And I feel grounded and human once more.

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Game Effect

• New Experience
  • Caitrìona and I sit by the fire and I tell her about my latest poem; for a while I feel human again

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I was right, something was very wrong with me. I could not eat, anything I forced down came back up immediately. At first I thought I was sick, poor Caitrìona must have been convinced that I was dying. I thought I was.

It was the healer who saved me, though not in any way he expected. I was lucid enough when he came, summoned by Cait. Somehow I could sense his barely contained enthusiasm, I was a great mystery and new puzzle to be solved.

So I asked him about it. My questions were fumbling and confused at first, not knowing much about the healing arts myself. But as we talked he became more and more animated, more inspired. He talked of the Greeks and their Humours and of his study of various healing herbs and potions. He told me of his new theories, his desire to study the human body directly to cut it open and observe the workings directly, while the subject—sedated of course—still lived.

I should have been repulsed at the notion, but I was enthralled as he talked. At first I didn't notice my exhaustion lifting, my hunger abating, then I sat up and went to enthusiastically grab his hand, and stopped myself.

I felt so alive, so bound up in the joy of his inspiration, but I knew this wasn't natural. I made some excuses and sent him on his, afraid that I would hurt his feelings with my sudden lack of hospitality, but he barely noticed, driven now to rush home and start upon his work.

In the quiet after I left, I reflected on what happened. I still felt that drive, that inspiration burning inside me, sustaining me. I remembered the scroll and how the Leanan Sídhe consumes its victims very life force, but in return they would access boundless creativity, at least for the short time that they had left to live.

I realised then, I had done something wonderful, I had done something horrible.

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Game Effects

• New Experience
  • I discover my need and my ability to feed on people by inspiring a healer to continue his work; I am conflicted by this.
• New Skill
  • I can tap into peoples' driving desires

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And just like that she was gone, actually physically gone. I lay on the ground alone and weeping cradling a pile of mud. Whoever had killed my ethereal muse seemed to have no interest in me and had disappeared into the night.

I slept fitfully dreaming of strange beautiful men and even stranger lands. The next morning I headed into Edinburgh to visit my friend Gunnvaldr. I explained what happened. Surprisingly he believed every word and quickly set about trying to find help within the scrolls and parchments of the library.

Eventually he found an old parchment, written by a monk in an abbey my people had no doubt since pillaged, that detailed the various pagan legends of the Gaelic peoples. He described a number of creatures called “faeries” and one in particular, the “Leanan Sídhe.”

From what we read, the assassin had saved me from a terrible fate. Though the thought did not seem to settle the growing anxiety within me...

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Game effects

• New Experience
  • Gunnvaldr helps me research my new condition; though he seems convinced that I am now safe, I know something is still wrong.
• New Resource
  • A parchment on the nature of fairies

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Memories

• 1.
  • I am Ráðúlfr Ásketillsson born in Iceland in the year 915 by the calendar of the Christians; I am a journeyman skald in the court of King Eiríkr “Blóðøx” Haraldsson of Norway, chronicalling his raids and subsequent rule of Northumbria.
• 2.
  • I visit a Monastery and leave Cait in their care and learn to calm my hunger; I am sad to see her go, but hopeful for the future.
• 3.
  • When my father died his land was passed to me, his only son; it does not sit well with me that the land was earned through bloodshed.
  • I fix a rift between my friends Vivienne and Sadrabald using my business acumen; I find the drama of mortals amusing, if a little frustrating.
• 4.
  • Gunnvaldr first shows me to the library in Edinburgh and we spent the night engrossed in the histories of this land; I learn there is so much more to the people than their treasure.
  • Gunnvaldr helps me research my new condition; though he seems convinced that I am now safe, I know something is still wrong.
• 5.
  • An arrow pierces the Leanan Sídhe's breast when we meet in the woods. As she dies she begs me to profess my love for her, but I cannot, yet I also cannot reject her; something of her lives on in me now.
  • I discover my need and my ability to feed on people by inspiring a healer to continue his work; I am conflicted by this.
  • I run a brothel in Paris and make a lot of money and have access to many victims, but it is quickly reduced to ruin; I learn that I draw too much attention if I stay too long in one place

Diary

• 1.
  • My father killed Caitriona's parents in a raid, but I stayed his hand and saved her life; I worry she resents me and does not see it as a kindness, but a humiliation.
  • Caitrìona and I sit by the fire and I tell her about my latest poem; for a while I feel human again

Skills

• Poetry comes naturally to me
• I know many great secrets
• I am a capable navigator
• I am deft at business ✔
• I control the beast
• I can tap into peoples' driving desires ✔

Resources

• I have a small castle in Lothian (North Northumbria)
• I have access to a great Library in Edinburg
• My father's old sword
• A parchment on the nature of fairies
• I have a stake in a small fencing operation in Paris

Characters

• Eiríkr “Blóðøx” Haraldsson
  • He is my liege, but I fear him more than I respect him.
  • He must have died a long time ago
  • Dead
• Gunnvaldr
  • My mentor and friend, though he loves the King more than I think is prudent
  • Dead
• Caitrìona Ásketillsdóttir
  • A thrall taken into the family after my father killed her parents in a raid
  • Helps me learn to control my hunger
  • Spends her final years at a Christian Abbey
  • Dead
• Vivienne Labelle
  • A prostitute and pickpocket who smuggles me out of the city of Paris
  • She knows something of my nature, but I trust her
  • Mortal
• Sadrabald
  • A fence in Paris, he runs a sloppy business, but I help him out
  • Mortal
• The Leanan Sídhe
  • A strange and beautiful woman who promised me great stories if I gave my her my love, and my life.
  • Immortal

Marks

• My reflection is of the Leanan Sídhe

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