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<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think - but it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Awry (Steve/Pops)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguishedly''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Crapfestival (Dan)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Cat Muppet (Jen)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''foliage''', shot through with that thin, '''smoky''' '''elevator''' of '''penis''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''starfish''' is set against her; she has never '''danced''' this ground before, and still it is '''gentle''' with *'''feet'''*. The mind half-'''pees''' the shadow of black '''trash bags''' and pallid '''stairs'''; the eyes almost *'''slap'''* for blood upon the '''beach''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''brightly''' '''manly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''cat''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''pizza''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''treasure''', which is to '''run''' that nothing's '''cuddly''' about '''potato''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Zalane (Erik/Crazy Frisbee Guy)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''house''', shot through with that thin, '''gross''' '''pond''' of '''crab''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''root''' is set against her; she has never '''floated''' this ground before, and still it is '''wet''' with *'''hole'''*. The mind half-'''jumps''' the shadow of black '''rocks''' and pallid '''underwears'''; the eyes almost *'''bitch'''* for blood upon the '''shit''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''roughly''' '''hummocky''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''worm''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''frisbee''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''key''', which is to '''bump''' that nothing's '''pleated''' about '''crotch''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T21:53:21Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think - but it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Awry (Steve/Pops)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguishedly''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Crapfestival (Dan)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Cat Muppet (Jen)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''foliage''', shot through with that thin, '''smoky''' '''elevator''' of '''penis''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''starfish''' is set against her; she has never '''danced''' this ground before, and still it is '''gentle''' with *'''feet'''*. The mind half-'''pees''' the shadow of black '''trash bags''' and pallid '''stairs'''; the eyes almost *'''slap'''* for blood upon the '''beach''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''brightly''' '''manly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''cat''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''pizza''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''treasure''', which is to '''run''' that nothing's '''cuddly''' about '''potato''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Zalane (Erik/Crazy Frisbee Guy)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''house''', shot through with that thin, '''gross''' '''pond''' of '''crab''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''root''' is set against her; she has never '''floated''' this ground before, and still it is '''wet''' with *'''hole'''*. The mind half-'''jumps''' the shadow of black '''rocks''' and pallid '''underwears'''; the eyes almost *'''bitches'''* for blood upon the '''shit''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''roughly''' '''hummocky''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''worm''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''frisbee''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''key''', which is to '''bump''' that nothing's '''pleated''' about '''crotch''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T21:49:51Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think - but it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Awry (Steve/Pops)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguishedly''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Crapfestival (Dan)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Cat Muppet (Jen)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''foliage''', shot through with that thin, '''smoky''' '''elevator''' of '''penis''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''starfish''' is set against her; she has never '''danced''' this ground before, and still it is '''gentle''' with *'''feet'''*. The mind half-'''pees''' the shadow of black '''trash bags''' and pallid '''stairs'''; the eyes almost *'''slap'''* for blood upon the '''beach''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''brightly''' '''manly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''cat''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''pizza''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''treasure''', which is to '''run''' that nothing's '''cuddly''' about '''potato''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Zalane (Erik/Crazy Frisbee Guy)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''house''', shot through with that thin, '''gross''' '''pond''' of '''crab''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''root''' is set against her; she has never '''floated''' this ground before, and still it is '''wet''' with *'''hole'''*. The mind half-'''jumps''' the shadow of black '''rocks''' and pallid '''underwears'''; the eyes almost *'''bitches'''* for blood upon the '''shit''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''roughly''' '''hummocky''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''worm''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''frisbee''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''key''', which is to '''bump''' that nothing's '''pleated''' about '''crotch''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T09:51:56Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think - but it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Awry (Steve/Pops)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguishedly''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Crapfestival (Dan)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Cat Muppet (Jen)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''foliage''', shot through with that thin, '''smoky''' '''elevator''' of '''penis''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''starfish''' is set against her; she has never '''danced''' this ground before, and still it is '''gentle''' with *'''feet'''*. The mind half-'''pees''' the shadow of black '''trash bags''' and pallid '''stairs'''; the eyes almost *'''slap'''* for blood upon the '''beach''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''brightly''' '''manly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''cat''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''pizza''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''treasure''', which is to '''run''' that nothing's '''cuddly''' about '''potato''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T09:51:17Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think - but it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Awry (Steve/Pops)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguishedly''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Crapfestival (Dan)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of '''Cat Muppet (Jen)'''): &quot;The scent of cold '''foliage''', shot through with that thin, '''smoky''' '''elevator''' of '''penis''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''starfish''' is set against her; she has never '''danced''' this ground before, and still it is '''gentle''' with *'''feet'''*. The mind half-'''pees''' the shadow of black '''trash bags''' and pallid '''stairs'''; the eyes almost *'''slap'''* for blood upon the '''beach''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''brightly''' '''manly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''cat''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''pizza''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''treasure''', which is to '''run''' that nothing's '''cuddly''' about '''potato''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T09:47:30Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think - but it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Awry): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguishedly''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Crapfestival): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of cat muppet): &quot;The scent of cold '''foliage''', shot through with that thin, '''smoky''' '''elevator''' of '''penis''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''starfish''' is set against her; she has never '''danced''' this ground before, and still it is '''gentle''' with *'''feet'''*. The mind half-'''pees''' the shadow of black '''trash bags''' and pallid '''stairs'''; the eyes almost *'''slap'''* for blood upon the '''beach''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''brightly''' '''manly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''cat''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''pizza''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''treasure''', which is to '''run''' that nothing's '''cuddly''' about '''potato''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T09:46:43Z

<p>68.231.211.221: </p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think - but it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Awry): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguishedly''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Crapfestival): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of cat muppet): &quot;The scent of cold '''foliage''', shot through with that thin, '''smoky''' '''elevator''' of '''penis''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''starfish''' is set against her; she has never '''danced''' this ground before, and still it is '''gentle''' with *'''feet'''*. The mind half-'''pees''' the shadow of black '''trash bags''' and pallid '''stairs'''; the eyes almost *'''slap'''* for blood upon the '''beach''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''brightly''' '''manly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''cat''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''pizza''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''treasure''', which is to '''run''' that nothing's '''cuddly''' about '''potato''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T04:40:28Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think - but it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Awry): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguishedly''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Crapfestival): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T04:35:30Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think - but it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Awry): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguished''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Crapfestival): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T04:34:37Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think! But it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''its pretty lol, seriously:'''<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Awry): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguished''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Crapfestival): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T04:33:21Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think! But it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The lol:'''<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Awry): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguished''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''sharkish''' about '''lemon juice''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Crapfestival): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T04:32:24Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think! But it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The lol:'''<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Awry): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguished''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''magickal''' about '''sharkish''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Crapfestival): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T02:09:56Z

<p>68.231.211.221: /* HEY KIDS! */</p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think! But it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The lol:'''<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Awry): &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguished''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''magickal''' about '''poetry''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> (Courtesy of Crapfestival): &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T02:08:22Z

<p>68.231.211.221: </p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think! But it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The lol:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguished''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''magickal''' about '''poetry''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulk'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T02:05:51Z

<p>68.231.211.221: </p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think! But it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The lol:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguished''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''magickal''' about '''poetry''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> OR<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''sucrose''', shot through with that thin, '''slimy''' '''butter''' of '''scotch''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''yam''' is set against her; she has never '''dripped''' this ground before, and still it is '''gruesome''' with *'''pineapples'''*. The mind half-'''meanders''' the shadow of black '''carpets''' and pallid '''airplanes'''; the eyes almost *'''skulks'''* for blood upon the '''miasma''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''dangerously''' '''lecherous''' dread -- but of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''monocle''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''cane''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''top hat''', which is to '''lumber''' that nothing's '''painted''' about '''bullocks''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T01:55:58Z

<p>68.231.211.221: </p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think! But it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- But of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' '''NOUN''' of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- But of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The lol:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' '''wall''' of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''drip'''* for blood upon the '''Sam Fisher''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguished''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- But of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''magickal''' about '''poetry''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Go ahead and give it a try! And remember - pouring quicksilver/mercury on yourself does NOT mean you'll gain biotic plate-mail that you can summon out of your pores, even if Ariane Carnath-Emory uses those words to describe it!<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Ariane_Carnath-Emory 2008-02-01T01:47:53Z

<p>68.231.211.221: </p> <hr /> <div>{|style=&quot;background:#ffffcc;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;<br /> |- <br /> | <br /> == Inception == <br /> <br /> Originally, Ariane was created by [[Carnath-Emory|Lex]] to be little more than an [[NPC]] for a friend's campaign. He wrote a very brief background for her; a name (hardly original!) and sketchy description were added. When it became evident that the move from [[The Silver Blade Tavern (channel)|TSBT]] to [[Broken Dagger (channel)|#Broken_Dagger]] would be a lasting one, she became a convenient replacement for [[D'arcy Jones]], who was prohibited from play on account of her anachronistic history. This was a significant force in the shaping of Ariane's personality: in order to be almost the &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt; of D'arcy, Ariane required a personality that was rich in neither wit nor eloquence, one ruled by pragmatism rather than curiosity and whim; she would become, ultimately, a woman whose first love was order, rather than chaos.<br /> <br /> Oh hey, she's got a [http://ariane-emory.livejournal.com livejournal page], too. Oh dear.<br /> <br /> == History == <br /> <br /> ==== The Sellsword ==== <br /> <br /> Ariane was born some twenty-odd years ago in the distant colony of [[Northern New Dauntless]]. Youngest child of mingled House Carnath-Emory, she grew early to adulthood, as is the way of things in this remote outpost. While she seldom details the events which transpired during her twelfth year there, this much is clear: that there was trouble enough that she felt the need to flee both House and home, and seek out her fortune elsewhere.<br /> <br /> Years of wandering followed, during which she continued the fencing lessons she'd begun years ago, at the hands of her brother's tutor. A sellsword of gradually-growing repute, she found work in various companies (frequently posing as male) -- from a stint in [[The God-crushed War]], to service within the ill-fated group set to guard the Sorcerer's Guild in the distant city-state E'strielle. When the disaster befell them, the explosion of unshaped magical energies responsible worked a particularly strange effect upon young Ariane. The plate armour which was her uniform was liquified in an instant, and driven through the pores of her skin to flow with the very blood in her veins. Endowed with a sentience -- or perhaps only a &lt;I&gt;sensitivity&lt;/i&gt; -- the armour rises in monofilaments from her skin at almost random periods, there to reform briefly into the platemail that it had originally been.<br /> <br /> In the weeks which followed the disaster -- which had left a great, smoking crater in the heart of E'strielle -- the city's favour turned against magic and its derivatives. Being newly transformed into one of those herself, Ariane fled... nursing a newfound hatred for all things sorcerous.<br /> <br /> ==== The Tavern ==== <br /> <br /> The travels which followed eventually led her to [[Amasynia]] and the city [[Myrkentown]]. Some days after taking up residence at the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she was fortunate enough to be employed by its then-proprietor, [[Raegan Darkblayde]], in the capacity of tavern bouncer. For years, she worked alongside [[Quincy Randall]], [[Tempestro Starr]], [[Jarek]], [[Lenore]] -- and even crotchety [[Pritchard]]. <br /> <br /> Everything changes, given enough time, and so was the case for Ariane. Over the years, she developed close friendships with her fellow bouncers, even taking [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]] for her beloved sister, regardless that there was no blood shared between them. At the capable hands of [[Johan Vornheim]], she began the slow process of learning to read what passes for [[Amasynia]]'s common tongue -- for such things were not taught to girl-children, in [[Northern New Dauntless|Northern Dauntless]]. [[Tempestro Starr|Starr]] taught her some mercy for magic-users, as did the channeler [[Coran D'zir]], with whom she entered into a very odd bargain. In the company of these friends, she even journeyed to Kanpar Village, there to battle monstrous [[Zayken]]. <br /> <br /> For the first time in many years, Ariane new contentment -- which in turn bred ambition. Almost inevitably, that ambition led her to seek employment of a more particular sort: as personal guard to select members of [[Myrkentown]]'s own [[Judiciary Council]].<br /> <br /> ==== The Council ====<br /> <br /> What had seemed like a straightforward sort of employment (particularly when compared to the outlandish horror that regularly plagued the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]]) swiftly became something else altogether. It was to then-Governor [[Gad Phuri]] that she first presented herself as a guard -- and who became her first tutor in the dangers of politics, scandal and greed. She travelled by his side from coastal [[Westenford]] (there to confront corrupt [[Aloisius Treadwell]]) to the furtive pit-fights of [[Myrkentown]] itself; braved the lechery of obscene [[Avarante]] and the [[Order of Straka]], which remained a persistent threat to her ward up to the time of his violent death. <br /> <br /> Following that death, and after some small time of mourning (for over the years, she'd developed a grudging fondness for cunning [[Gad Phuri|Gad]])), she entered into the service of [[Aloisius Treadwell|Treadwell]], the very man she'd once terrorised at [[Gad Phuri|Gad]]'s behest, and eventually moved on to serve as personal guard for Governor [[Altias Bromn]].<br /> <br /> This service led her to horror and mutilation at the hands of drow [[Audmathus]], obsessive persecution by mad [[Thadius Dhrin]], torture courtesy of the [[Order of the All]], and is generally considered to have been a bad idea. Why she &lt;I&gt;continues&lt;/i&gt; as [[Altias Bromn|Bromn]]'s guard remains a mystery.<br /> <br /> ==== The Present ==== <br /> <br /> Her most recent expedition took Ariane far from Myrken Wood, travelling with a hooded figure to [[Thessilane]]'s trouble-stricken [[Orvere]] to seek vengeance for the assassination of [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke Burel]], and to put an end to the wild ambitions of the wicked channeler [[Jorn]]. On their arrival there, it was revealed that the [[Burel Tassnehof|Duke]] indeed lived; she was able to aid [[Coran D'zir]], [[Kerrak al'Nerun]], [[Aeryn]] and several others in the retaking of the city.<br /> <br /> Following their return to [[Myrken Wood]], she took on her very first fencing student: [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek]], in whom Ariane sees the girl &lt;I&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might have been -- were she not of Dauntless origins.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that conflict with [[Thadius Dhrin|Dhrin]] and the [[Order of the All|Order]] began for true. Ariane now wears scars of their inflicting upon her back, and upon the death of her ward, [[Altias Bromn|Governor Bromn]], she has commenced a systematic slaughter of the [[Order of the All|Order]]'s members. Several of those slain thus far were members she'd encountered at a meeting of the Order which she was once forced to attend; the names of several others were supplied to her by [[Suede Roschen]] and the drow [[Jirai]], in exchange for a significant quantity of coin. It is speculated by some -- and quietly -- that the murder of both the Governor, and Ariane's sister [[Quincy Randall|Quincy]], might have driven her to madness.<br /> <br /> <br /> == HEY KIDS! ==<br /> <br /> So you've seen Ariane Carnath-Emory at work murdering, angsting, and eating apples, and YOU want to be like your favorite Myrkenwood unsophisticated, unintelligible killer-woman-girl? It's easier than you think! But it doesn't involve swords!<br /> <br /> It's a little known fact that Ariane Carnath-Emory derives her butchered Common tongue (and yet ridiculously long paragraphs of ''intense'' introspection) not from hours of godless training, but from practicing '''MAD LIBS'''. So, obviously the best way to emulate her life is to emulate her training!<br /> <br /> <br /> AN EXAMPLE.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Original:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold snow, shot through with that thin, piercing note of pine -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the environment is set against her; she has never trod this ground before, and still it is heavy with *memory*. The mind half-expects the shadow of black dogs and pallid spectres; the eyes almost *wish* for blood upon the snow, for the sight would be a relief, an end to the very quiet dread -- But of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the mage's home, and this is simply an hour set aside for exercise, and this is simply -- a wager with a magicker, which is to say that nothing's simple about this any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The Template:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''NOUN''', shot through with that thin, '''ADJECTIVE''' note of '''NOUN''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''NOUN''' is set against her; she has never '''PRESENT-PERFECT VERB''' this ground before, and still it is '''ADJECTIVE''' with *'''NOUN'''*. The mind half-'''VERB''' the shadow of black '''PLURAL NOUN''' and pallid '''PLURAL NOUN'''; the eyes almost *'''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB'''* for blood upon the '''NOUN''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''ADVERB''' '''ADJECTIVE''' dread -- But of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''NOUN''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''NOUN''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''NOUN''', which is to '''PRESENT-SIMPLE VERB''' that nothing's '''ADJECTIVE''' about '''PRONOUN OR NOUN''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''The lol:'''<br /> <br /> &quot;The scent of cold '''butts''', shot through with that thin, '''undulating''' note of '''octopi''' -- oh, she is in every way at a disadvantage here, for even the '''half-hearted harlot''' is set against her; she has never '''dingled''' this ground before, and still it is '''fat''' with *'''ardor'''*. The mind half-'''vomits''' the shadow of black '''saliva''' and pallid '''giraffes'''; the eyes almost *'''bulge'''* for blood upon the '''underwear''', for the sight would be a relief, an end to the '''distinguished''' '''gentlemanly''' dread -- But of course, none of these things are so. This is simply the '''goth''''s home, and this is simply an hour set aside for '''emo''', and this is simply -- a wager with a '''Hot Topic cashier''', which is to '''whine''' that nothing's '''magickal''' about '''poetry''' any longer.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> | valign=&quot;top&quot; |<br /> http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e206/zander-baby/Michael%20Renne/ari-pink2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a342/Kylerryth/characters/arianec-e1a.jpg<br /> '''&lt;h6&gt;Illustration (c) [[BrokenDreamer]], with delighted thanks!&lt;/h6&gt;'''<br /> <br /> |} <br /> <br /> ==== &lt;h6&gt;Disclaimer: ====<br /> <br /> The name 'Ariane Carnath-Emory' is the creation of CJ Cherryh, science-fiction author of &quot;Cyteen&quot;. There is no relation, implied or genuine, between her character and this one. &lt;/h6&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Northern New Dauntless]]<br /> [[Category:Darkenhold]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Library_of_Mudd 2007-10-30T06:35:28Z

<p>68.231.211.221: </p> <hr /> <div>The '''Library of Mudd''', named for [[Altruian Mudd]], Third Earl of [[Gryffdon]], squats on the hill at the end of [[THIMBLE STREET]] in [[Myrkentown]]. Vines choke the time-eaten eaves of the one-story gray building, a grotesque shape of carved mouth projecting from a gutter to carry rainwater clear of the wall. Window glass is colour stained by pane but smirched with dirt, and the gnarled front door moans when opened.<br /> <br /> Inside, lights are low and the smell is musty with old pages. There are stacks and shelves of tomes all the way to the back of the building, walls lined with tapestries, lanterns, and grim portraits of the town's ancestry. There is a ladder to reach the highest books, and chairs and tables are scattered to unoccupied nooks.<br /> <br /> Knotted, black oak pillars rise from the four corners and the centre of the library, supporting the oppressive roof, where an old candelabrum hangs on a rusty hook - cobwebs netting from its many branches. None of its candles burn. In places the shelves have been moved aside to avoid leaks, and chipped ceramic pots sit on the floor to catch the rainwater.<br /> <br /> It may be difficult to dislodge the librarian from her cluttered desk for help... though a certain level of noise has been known to rouse her from her books.<br /> <br /> The door is locked at sundown.<br /> <br /> ==Popular Titles:==<br /> * ''The Adventures of Uncle Trapspringer'' - Todwit Trapspringer<br /> * ''Approaching Basic Nyugen Healing Theory'' - Timothee Cruel<br /> * ''An Argument for Enslavement of Morally Inferior [[Races]]'' - Quinn Vergon<br /> * ''Barlaam and Ioasaph'' - Aimery Grimoult<br /> * ''Birth of the Middle Ages'' - Samuel McNellus<br /> * ''A Discussion of Agricultural Function'' - St. Galstov Telnis<br /> * ''Fragments of Polyphonic Music'' - Alva Ophin<br /> * ''Great Assassinations'' - Wenceslaus Felaise<br /> * ''A History of [[Myrken Wood]]'' - Hamwin Erdbrin<br /> * ''An Inheritance of War craft'' - Hector Lendwick<br /> * ''Kingdoms Born'' - St. Joachim Lane<br /> * [[Legends of Myrken Wood - Sabinus Willoughby|''Legends of Myrken Wood'' - Sabinus Willoughby]]<br /> * ''Myths and Legends of [[Trae Kelsa]]'' - Giapoco de Reymes<br /> * ''On Religious Thought and Practice'' - Malachais Joland<br /> * ''[[Order of Straka]]: A Lawful Beginning'' - Weaf Prerranydd<br /> * ''Philosophy for [[Dwarf|Dwarves]]'' - Wilhemn Beertapper<br /> * [[Poltergeists - Taurnil Falassion|''Poltergeists'' - Taurnil Falassion]]<br /> * ''The Praise of Folly'' - Gromn Briwson<br /> * ''The Productive Soldier'' - Isidor Ashdown<br /> * ''The Rise and Fall of King Lynd'' - Barnabe Durville<br /> * ''The Search for Wisdom'' - Laurence Mannering<br /> * ''Sermons on the Sunday Epistles and Gospels'' - Porsay Heathen<br /> * ''Strategies for Field Combat'' - Isidor Ashdown<br /> * ''Tactical Swordplay'' - Isidor Ashdown<br /> * ''Theory and Application of Mathematics'' - Harvey Roard<br /> * ''The Travels of Jehan de Mandeville'' - [[Jehan de Mandeville]]<br /> * ''A Treatise on the Dangers of Sorcery'' - Blaise Lallement<br /> * ''The War of the Houses of the Bear'' - Ingelram Colombiers<br /> * [[The Werewolf - Pacados|''The Werewolf'' - Pacados]]<br /> * [[Ye Liveliest Awful, The Unabridged Edition: Volume VI|''Ye Liveliest Awful, The Unabridged Edition: Volume VI'']]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Myrken Wood]]<br /> [[Category:Myrkentown]]<br /> [[Category:Buildings]]</div>

68.231.211.221 ?title=Tebrin 2007-02-17T07:01:58Z

<p>68.231.211.221: </p> <hr /> <div>A bold, some might say ''brazen'' treasure-hunter of questionable origin, '''Tebrin''' first found his way to [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] six months ago. He has since proven to be rather mercurial: often surly, the man is some odd mix of swagger, cunning, brooding, sly humor, and drunken joviality. Noted for his particular love of scotch and crocodiles, the rogue can often be found nursing his addiction whenever he is within the [[Broken Dagger(Inn)|Dagger's]] premises - and likely whenever he is not. <br /> <br /> Even those he considers friends - a disappearingly small list, indeed - know nothing of Tebrin other than his personality and, to some extent, his profession. His origins, his history, his beliefs, his family, and his employment are never spoken of, and rarely does he even deign to discuss personal affairs with others unless they are of the superficial, transient variety. However, he is more than happy to hear about others, driving some to feel him manipulative and untrustworthy. How can one not suspect a man whose surname cannot even be discovered? <br /> <br /> Still, Tebrin has a knack for showing up in the right place at the right time to help others, though he never seems thrilled to do so. [[Magdelaena Valteri|[Magdelaena]], the head of the local [[vampire]] menace, has taken a particular disliking to him after a scuffle where he interfered on [[Maxwell Bishop]]'s behalf, attempting to prevent the Lieutenant's capture. Ultimately Magdaelaena would get her prize, but not without the cost of two of her children to the rogue's tricks. This would not be the only time that Tebrin has found himself aiding prominent figures within Myrken: aside from Maxwell Bishop, the list of those who have benefited from his often inexplicably opportune appearances include [[Ariane Carnath-Emory]], [[Altias Bromn]], [[Coriolanus Helstone]], [[Agnieszka Kaczmarek|Agnieszka Of-The-Unspellable-Surname Kaczamerek]], and [[Rebecca Kincaid]]. <br /> <br /> One of those few friends, Rebecca, made a rather astute observation regarding Tebrin's behavior within the Dagger - for whatever reason, he is often found entangled with a female adversary of some sort, in an entirely uneuphemistic way. Aside from Magdaelaena and one of her underlings (whose name I cannot remember, Nessa, please help me out here), the repulsive demon-thing [[Dark Angel]] and the decidedly ''non-repulsive'' demon-thing [[Lokelei]] have made hobbies of harassing the man. Even good friend [[Braunwyn]] exchanged a tiff with the man every now and again... and this is to say nothing of the Ariane-impersonating [[zombie]] that attacked him. <br /> <br /> Whatever the case, Tebrin's motives remain a mystery. While he rarely (if ever) claims to aid out of the goodness of his heart, it is equally rare that he demands or specifies any form of payment. Highly irritated if favors are not reciprocated, it has been left to imnaginative minds to ponder what said reciprocation might entail. Whether it be money, artifacts, or protection, has not yet been discovered - but the man certainly does not seem a good samaritan. <br /> <br /> Often found in the company of anyone who will drink alongside him, Braunwyn and Rebecca Kincaid are his two most common companions. Rumors abound regarding the relationships betwixt the trio, particularly given that Tebrin was once seen scuffling with Braunwyn's missing husband-to-have-been Lieutenant Maxwell Bishop, who has since disappeared.<br /> <br /> ===Description===<br /> <br /> Standing just over six feet, and weighing around 180 pounds, Tebrin possesses a lean and athletic figure. He dresses simply, in earthen-colored travelling gear consisting of doeskin trousers, soft tunic, on colder evenings a thick vest, and leather boots. About all of this he wraps a forest-green cloak from which he seems to pull an inordinately large variety of things, leading one to wonder whether the cloak really isn't much larger than it appears. Bronzed skin has been colored by the sun throughout his travels, providing a stark contrast to piercingly bright green eyes. Often stubbled along strong jaw and chin, he tends to shave often enough to avoid growing a full beard. The hair that crowns his head receives a bit less attention, allowing the light brown strands to grow long enough to naturally curl before ever bothering to trim. His voice is certainly foreign to Myrken, but easy to understand and to listen to. His speech patterns, on the other hand, are decidedly rough around the edges - un-necessary syllables or vowels are cut out or glazed over as desired, and his vocabulary is typically average. However, when placed in a position to do so, he has been known to display a much more educated style of speech.<br /> <br /> For those who can detect such, practically everything Tebrin carries and wears is magical - from his clothing to his small golden pendant to his belt and its pouches. When observed in combat, Tebrin was seen to combine acrobatics and agility with admirable (though certainly not masterful) swordplay and a variety of trinkets and baubles pulled from within the depths of his cloak. <br /> <br /> (Editorials welcome by other muns, also requesting anyone who thinks they have a suitable pic to offer it up!)<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

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