Kregan Gower the Grand Mistress of Artistry, Anathema to the Empire

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Chapter 14

Some small subtle updates to reflect some of the things
Kregan has been through.

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Chapter 4

Its well known that to win a popularity contest you have to be the most popular.
Being in and amongst the people, solving their problems is all part of many tiny
steps that need to be taken to win their hearts and hopefully the votes. Delivering
items, exterminating pests ... Kregan can hear the victory cheers now.

"If you need a job done right Kregan is the man."
"Kregan the Pied Piper" they would cheer.

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Chapter 5

During the hardships and gradual loss of his parents farm, his home, Kregan slowly
over time developed the desire to restore order to the lands. There are two obvious ways
this can be managed. Through the Tribunals or through the Empire, ultimately it was a
50/50 split between the two when Kregan first walked through the town of Hamsah.
The tribunals were of little use during the constant raids of the farm, and initially Kregan
thought he could help right this incompetence. But recently he witnessed a silverback
gorilla ... A shape changer ... Wailing on members of the Tribunals. Watching these fights
it became clearer and clearer that Tribunals have several issues:
1. A lack of vision
2. There own laws hold them back on the progress of civilization
3. The mixture of classes and races is creating a breeding ground for incompetence

The Empire however has vision:
1. Members contribute to its expansion
2. They have a vision a vision of civilization (Kregan knows a great forest north of Arkham
that could use clearly defined roadways)
3. They have a vision of growth

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Chapter 6

Kregan unceremoniously rolls from his bed, several empty bottles of Imperial stout gently
breaking his fall. Muttering under his breath he promptly gathers the bottles and disposes of
them. Taking stock of the room he gets now on his knees and swings his sword in a wide arc
under his bed, knocking a couple more bottles and an old dusty journal from under the bed.
"Ahh" he proclaims as he reaches for the book "There you be!".

He thumbs through the pages reading all manner of things from a time long ago. Work lists,
stories of gorillas ... Yes gorilla's there seems to be a recent painful memory regarding such.
Taking a pencil from his back pocket he begins to scrawl some notes:

Many things are going as well as can be expected soon I will start piecing together elements
of the greater long term plans. I am hoping that I can pull the following groups together:
The workers in the Galadon lumber yards, I am owed a favour of sorts.
The lumberjacks in the Weald, I am hoping the traveller I aided has spread good news of me.
Guards and hopefully Engineers from Udgaard for my slaying of the OneHearts
Then perhaps some of the shadowed mercenaries via Brundlir

If I can get these groups co-ordinated I will look at trying to start building a road directly
to the tree, so that appropriate measures can be taken with it. For instance furniture.

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Chapter 7

It has been updated to reflect further time in Thera and
the impact of the Empire cabal.

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Chapter 8

It seems as a wicked twist of nature that some food I purchased from
Ayr Trinil has resulted in well a change. It has taken some time for the full
effects of this to be noticed, I did not feel quite right at first but it seemed
to pass easily enough. But this morning I woke up and my chest felt unusually
tender, now to a degree I feel somewhat trapped in a womans body. It has
had its upsides but all in all I must trace the source of these grapes I ate, and
ultimately find a way to reverse the effects.

Description updated to reflect this.

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Chapter 9

The last few months have been interesting to say the least
but in many ways I am starting to enjoy some aspects of this
womanly form. I am finding my motions more fluid more delicate
better linked together. As a move from step to step I find
I gracefull spin from my foes and knock them upside of the
head with a delicate tap of my mace. One moment I distract
with my feet, the next my hips, a flourish of my hands and
I can see there very vision go cross eyed.

But most excitingly I can dance, well I could of sorts dance
a bit of a jig before, but now I can really dance, there is a
of grace and rhythm I never thought I would find.

I must also admit ... I kind of like the shoes, they really
highlight my calves.

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Chapter 10

Kregan slowly fidgets with a glass of stout at the Inn of The Eternal
star. He lifts the glass to his mouth obviously deep in thought ...

Just what have I achieved.

He knows he has been looked up from within all ranks of the Empire
many come to listen to his songs. Many time after time gather for
a performance of epic tales around the corpses of the fallen.
Members of the council even request it, demand it. Many a life saved
many a debt yet to be repaied.

After never really finding a footing, finally his first work was
penned, depecting a battle with the now fallen Shadow Lord. A
fight which brought a great sense of joy to Kregans heart.

It was this pivotal moment that got him thinking, I could have that
big house yes, but it is just a building a single entity. The art
work if that gets commissioned within the Inn of the Eternal star
it will live on for many generations to see.

This is where true recognition lies, to be spoken of for an eternity
true power is to live forever and one way this can be done is through
the words of tale and song. The commissioning of further works.

His thoughts shift to the changes of leadership, the new War Master
but a babe ...

Distracted he rolls to one side avoiding a glass swung at his head.
A fat and obviously drunk dwarf seeking a fight as they all do come
this time of the eve ...

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Chapter 11

So the time has come to pass, Szeven was pushed down and Kregan
to the role of War Master. Finally she can call the Blades her
own. But there was a shift this day as well, Szeven almost seemed
defeated, a broken person, and this is what brought on the shift.
Discussing with the former War Master there was a sense of ...
Family ... A new focus a change in Dedication towards the Empire.
A strengthening of resolve.

The Blades her children.It has become not just a home for her
but it fills the void of the family she lost so long ago.

Perhaps it is a slight softening by nature, when Kregan ate the
tainted grapes in the younger years. Perhaps the plan of a trap
set by Thar-Eris on this day. A softening, a weak blubbering
heart for those around here. But Kregans mind is strong her
Dedication to the empire her family growing even stronger.

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Chapter 12

The sect looks stronger than it has been for a long time
under Szevens rule Kregan felt that it was a matter of time,
it was assumed that you would become an Elite. With so many
seats and so many members this was essentially a given.
Certainly when one did not follow proper protocol.

But now under new ledaership, with expectations, the Blade
sect truely grows with strength. Dedicated to her Blades
Kregan stays true to them and will only allow the finest
within the ranks. Yes some come through the recruiter and
other means but watched carefully. Yes the Oath is offered
and given but broken men and women and not trusted in true
battle. The Blacks, Shadows Divine they can have them, and
from time to time a cleaner, gardener and such needs to be
replaced. But a cook no, a broken spirit will never cook
for the Blades. Only the trusted will allow such favour
one bad meal could wipe the army out, such minute details
always need to be examined in times of War, as often its the
small details that turn tide.

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Chapter 13

After a delicate period of time where Kregan was left
vulnerable to the more hidden assults of nature. Virus,
bacteria, and latent spores are a potential risk when,
one is opened to the elements. But this is the advantage
of civilization, the Imperial Medics well trained, clinical
precise.

Woody throns embeded deep within chest removed.
Stony spikes still stcuk in feet and calf removed.
Reminants of spores and insects cleared from ear, nose
and throat.

From here several weeks of rest and relaxation, bed ridden
she lay still. Passing the time learning to notice the
subtle lip movements of the nurses and doctors, eager to
keep a tab on the health of the other patients, seeking
any small shred of information on the health of her blades.

It was at this moment in the peace and quiet that she focused
on the finer subtlety of her music. Thought back on several
and how the uplifiting songs better served her and her blades.

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Chapter 3

After years and years of watching his parents struggle, pay their taxes all for
for nothing. Kregan swore to himself that he would never succumb to the life
of the commoner. He understands that you need to start out small to eventually
make it big, he wants to lead, he wants the huge castle up the top of the hill. He
wants it all, this dream is what he is dedicated to, to be a commoner who rose
through the ranks to become a figurehead of some sorts. To be more than nothing
to rally the people, to lead, to live forever through written word in the books of
history. Good or Bad.

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Chapter 15

As I ponder the thoughts on how I shall vote.
I cannot help but think the difference since
the change of rule from Reegun to Xeneth. The
Empire raised up there was a spur of action not
seen for some time. But its more delicate than
such a simple choice by these means.

My Blades. The Choice must be made for the long term
while there is perhaps discussion I could take the
Throne. One thing is for certain the Undead will not.
Her Sect is a shambles compared to the Blades. Very
few wish to live under her rule of the Sect, even fewer
seem to be able to hold the seat of Elite without
getting slapped back down again. She is to occupied with
building an undead army that the living around her get
forgotten.

Then finnaly for me. I have not yet finished as War Master
there is thought of an action I could take which will echo
an eternity. Time will tell what the vote brings.

For reasons short term and long term my decision is cast
with Empire, The Blade Sect and Myself. In the appropriate
priorities.

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Chapter 16

In my attempts to push for favour of the Blades it may have
been interpreted by others that the citizens are allowed
certain concessions which may need to be re-evaluated.

I can understand how such things can be interpreted and perhaps
used against me and my Blades. The very foundation I try
to build perhaps open to being weak through others lies and
deceipt. My bartering for favour of the Blades above all else
twisted into something which is not the true intent. Times are
indeed delicate and in such times things will need to change,
but with caution to ensure the dominance of the Empire through
the Blade Sect remains true.

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Chapter 17

It has been some time now since the vote for the Emperor
was held. WHile Kregan has remained loyal to the Emperor, it
is very obvious now that such is drawing with it a heafty
price. Some of the facts are simple, some not so simple and
other painfully obvious.

Sindrir has been cast out and with that the figure head
Kregan had been placing infront of all her blades now shunned.
There are two different stories that go along with this, the
High Priests and The Anathema's, a meeting was held, face to
the bond to her Elite has been a long time in the making
one not so simply broken. So it stands, a choice needs to be
made, between what appears to be two people both one with nothing
to loose, but everything to gain and perhaps one with just as
much to gain but minimal risk of loss.

As she mulls over a glass of Cognac, a fine bottle a gift
from many years ago, she sighs as her thoughts dwell on the
one she was going to move ahead of her to take the seat as War
Master.

Gently she swirls her glass, smelling the vapours deep in
thought ...

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Chapter 18

As Kregan lays blow to the Maran Tarabal a hollow feeling
fills her as the Codex is returned to the Throne. She
scratches herself uncomfortably, spinning on her heals as
she moves towards the Palace. Racing quickly through the town
of Balator, she enters the lands stepping slowly, for the
first time she sees the state of disrepair, stone cracked
and chipped underfoot along the roadways. Pushing ever quicker
she races to the Palace running her hands along its walls,
a thin layer of dust collects under her finger. She pauses
bends down and crushes a small plant between fingers, tearing
it from the ground.

She mutters the words "It's time"

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Chapter 19

Kregan rests effortlessly floating in the ruins of the west
she always believed that her legacy would be a full army
of well trained Blades, her family one the likes of which
had never been seen before. Locked now in conversation with
the High Herald, perhaps part of the Legacy left behind will
be a story like one that has never been heard before. Kregan
found the process refreshing, while there lay some doubts, as
there always does when one comes to a fork in the road.
Speaking freely on some of these decisions has only further
strengthened her resolve.

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Chapter 20

There comes a moment, when staying set on one path finally
begin to form and finally develop. Slowly things start to form
in the right direction, Xeneth will shortly be stripped off
the Throne, a regret and a lesson not soon to be forgotten by
Kregan. Xeneth had become soft on the Throne that hard edge that
was once there lost and dulled with to much food, and to much
wine. This was not recognized and motioned upon with the last
vote, Kregan took a risk, she had over many years seen Xeneth
fall only to rise stronger with each assention. She honestly
believed that Xeneth would do so again, but they were to far
gone. That one rusty link in a perfect chain moaning and creaking
about to break.

Soon it will be time to return to her family, look with pride
at the one she once held above all others as an Elite. In a place
well deserved truely fought for an earned. It is indeed soon to
be a new start in the Imperial lands. One that will with time be
stamped forever in Legend.

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Chapter 21

So it has come to pass, Sindrir successful, a new Emperor
has been named. But with this for some a longer road is
yet to be travelled. Yaztran will remain High Priest a
positive start atleast, one somewhat calmer of mind than
Aaoltha. For Kregan however the road continues, it would
have been foolish to think that if successful the five
would have all made it unscathed. This is a small price to
pay, while Kregan live and breathe she will still be able
to watch as a new history unfolds. While Kregan lives and
breathes there is still a chance that her true Dedication
will be recognized.

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Chapter 22

Kregan races through the city of Teth, she visits all
manner of houses and schools but particularly focusing
on the Warrior School. After first visting the Weapon
Master Nezelnn. Leaving the city she finds a quiet house
well as quiet as they can be in the Underdrak and begins
to form a plan of distraction for new threats which seem
to be revealling themselves.

She makes way to Lower Cragstone carefully observing
things along the way, arms held wide seeming to push for space
around her here for a moment she rests and begins
to trace a crude map on the ground. Several prominant land
marks are obvious:

1. The Warrior School of Balator
2. The Warrior School In Teth
3. The Northern Upper Reaches of Teth
4. The Lift To The Lower Levels

She chuckles to herself a moment, and smiles. "Yes yes lets
see what we can start making my foes believe."


She taps her chin deep in thought, "My blades as well perhaps
a useful lesson for them to, we shall see how this works."

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Chapter 23

It has been tens of years hundred of years and Kregan
has waitied and waited for a High Herald. Finally one
was named Daphedee and of all people an Elf, it was by
Daphedee's hand that Kregan eventually found entrance
back into the Inn. The timing could not have been more perfect
Dhernum and Sulneng had just received a lengthy training
session. At the end of which Kregans stomach was grumbling
and throat had grown dry.

Slowly at each time when Kregan has been at a low, there is
a glimmer of change, a renewal. First a High Herald was named
just as the vote for Emperor was to be called, and now in near
perfect timing as training of Blades came to pass. This place
of civilization long out of reach once again welcoming with warm
fire and warm meal.

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Chapter 2

Sphere: Dedication

I have actually based large elements of this character on a political figure
who I am really not a fan of at all... From this I have decided to take on the
following traits:
1. Kregan is self serving and as long as it meets his end goals will do almost
anything for his own benefit.
2. Kregan is ultimately power hungry although somewhat clumsy and awkward
at times to throw people off as to his true desires.
3. Kregan is a big believer in the here and now and while there is a vision for the
future ultimately this is tainted with meeting his own personal goals as well.


Kregan was born of simple family his farther a coal miner his mother a kitchen hand
for the mines mess hall, both of half-drow lineage. Kregans father worked 12 hours
a day 12 days on 2 days off for years and years on end until he finally scrapped.
Together enough money to pursue his dream and buy a farm, but a farm destined
for failure. The tree-huggers saw to that, knocking down fences, setting things ablaze
until eventually the forest began to envelop the farm.

Year after year Kregan struggled along side his parents just scrapping buy with enough food
to eat and to make some money here and there. But ultimately the chance to upscale
take back the land they owned was blocked at every corner. The local law enforcement
useless, but each night the mother would sing soothing melodies through her Kregan
developed his passion for music.

Then the bushfire came, much was laid to waste Kregan made it out alive, a few of his
mothers instruments in tow, his parents fought the face of the inferno only to also
fall victim as did much of the surrounding lands.

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Chapter 1

To be honest, it's been a while and this character was rolled on a whim.
So about all I have at the moment is:
Race: Half-Drow
Class: Bard
Ethos: Lawful
Sphere: Not sure
I intended to build on this as I get a bit more of a feel for the character,
letting the environment work into the story line a bit.

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