User:Penumbra

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Penumbra's IC Description

Current Artwork

  • with permission

Birthname: Penumbra Kileigh Isoriouz

Nicknames: Pen, Brella

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Class: Illusionist

Eyes: Brilliant Emerald, with a hint of mischievous intention

Hair: Raven's Mane Midnight

Skin: Pale, occasionally freckled peach

Clan: Pen does not currently claim a clan, but that is not to say she won't in time

Marital Status: Single, but her heart has a keen interest in someone special to her

Before Hollow

The Journal

A journal lies open before you, the first few pages torn out or scribbled over in aggressive strokes. On the first legible line you can read the following;


Day 17; "I walked the plot where the grass has been torn up. They told me that my mother is gone. Her shell was dumped in a hole in the ground and we mustn't stay by the grave anymore or we will draw beasts from the woods too close to the town. Father stayed home tonight. I am alone, with mother. The tips of my hair are just coming visible against my shoulders, I think I will cut it off. Every time I catch a glimpse my heart aches in memory of her own hair tangled, indistinguishably, with mine when she would sneak up behind to hold me. She can't hold me any more, worms and insects and time will eat away at her fingers, her hands, her hair...She should have been burned on a boat like a Queen. She should not have been so quickly forgotten."


Day 34; "On my way home from lessons, I saw her. Leaning against the oldest tree in town, deep in the shade, buried in the outskirts of vision. But I know it was her. She hovered just long enough to catch my gaze before vanishing into the woods beyond. SHE LIVES! She lives and she loves me enough to let me know that she's still here. Has she told Father? No, he would have told me. It must be a secret I have to keep. I will wait for her to come to me again, and I will kiss her face and tell her how much I've missed her. I will let our hair mingle together again and I will laugh in her arms. And she will be my secret and my savior. My angel. Gods, my mother."


Day 72; "I knew it would take time but with hope and whole-hearted faith, I pushed forward through the days past. I did not know when it would come again but at last. Another sign from mother. She left me a note, twine bound, at the spot where I saw her alive again. She didn't bother with name or words, just a sharp drawing of a heart. It is too risky for her to write to me, too risky for her to show her face still. She reminds me that she loves me, as if I need reminding. I will admit that the token has stoked the fire of my resolve to find her when the time is better for us to escape. I know it's what she's planning. Why else would she still be nearby if it was so dangerous she had to fake her death? Come to think of it, why did she have to? I wonder if there is a way that I might ask her that she will understand or find. I will try to return a note to the tree in a couple days time."


Day 106; "My note has long since vanished from the tree but still no word. No new sightings. Father is acting a little on edge when her returned home from the Mill each night. I wonder if she appears to him, if she's leaving him hints now instead of me. Would she really pick to take him now instead of me? I suppose it's only right...he is a man, knows how to use a weapon, and I am just a child. But...what will I do without both my parents? Would they really choose to leave me and escape together to a land unknown or untouched by whatever danger they find here? Is it danger that they run from...or is it me?"


The rest of the entries lack dates, just continue like an scattered log of thoughts or memories. The sentences trail off, and the ink is smudged in most places. Most of the text has faded with water or time, or perhaps both.


"He won't tell me he's so shaken, I ask him again and again and he refuses. It's mother, I know it is. She must be seeing him now, calling harder to him now then before. I try to calm him, finally telling him I can see her too. He stares at me, almost disgusted, and pushed me away. I called to him, but he was lost into the woods. In the morning, I will rally who I can and try to find him. I pray to the Gods that he will just come home."


"Almost a week had passed before we found him, clinging to life like a breath in the wind. I do not know if he was blind, or crazy with hunger or grief, but I drew near and tried to speak with him. The elders were afraid he might harm anything but his kin. At my voice, he hurled an arm, balled up fist in my direction. I shrunk back in tears. Something must have happened...No one has told me what will happen now. If he survives, he might not be fit enough to continue on at the Mill. I would have no home...Where is my mother...?"


"His passing was no surprise to anyone in the Village. I would not say this out-loud, but I'm almost happier that he's gone. In the days of his recovery, he was not himself. There was not a kind word to be spoken, or given to him. He spat on the healers, the maids. Anyone who came to visit, myself included. He'd had no water, no food. Spit out anything we tried to feed him. Claiming he didn't need it anymore. I know for certain he is really dead, I watched them cut his body apart and burn it for fear his madness would spread. All I can do is cry, and wait for mother to come for me. She has to now...doesn't she?


The Torture

- Under construction-

Since Arriving In Hollow

Currently:

  • While working in the Kelay Shop, she managed to meet a monk named Bastion and speak with him for a while. She is also hoping to learn a lesson or two in the art of Illusion from a Relyt that contacted her through via courier.

Previously:

  • Pen had a hand in helping Alphonz take a few choice books from the Mage's Library.

Other Adventures (or Noteworthy Information)

Places You Will Likely Find Her
Kelay-Sage Area (Mostly in the Kelay Shop or around the Kelay Tavern)
Larket ( and the surrounding woodlands linking back to Kelay)
Mage's Library and the surrounding village
Friends and Acquaintances (IC)
construction pending