Ophelia Lowly
Ophelia Lowly (a.k.a. Oddity)
The Smiling Smuggler, Ophelia is cheerful and eager to help out those in need, though she has some reservations about doing good recklessly. She is impulsive, and will never back down from a challenge.
Optimistic, impulsive, and superstitious tiefling smuggler, trying to make enough gold to pay her debts. Curious about goings on, but if she has a job she's focused on seeing it through. Has a 'work persona' named 'Oddity'.
Current Location
Qada
Alignment
Chaotic Good
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Solid Black
Hair
Dark Black with reddish tones
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale pink, darker in some places touched by the sun
Height
5ft
Weight
130
[Late] Quarentine? Never heard of her.
15th Sar, Eyre
Hail and well met Journal!
Ophelia again
So... Listen, I apologize for the late entry, honestly I forgot about you, I was tired maybe? I don't have an excuse, and honestly I don't think I need to justify myself to a fuckin book that doesn't even have the decency to have it's own words in it.
I'm by the nice pond, the one with the wind god? Lovely, serene, I'm making my own boats to sit in its waters, out of your pages, I apologize, but any good body of water deserves a boat, and I don't have the little 'Odd a' Sea' with me right now. (Small drawing of a boat here)
Anyways I went and saw my sister, got up real early, Elsa Holferz sure does know how much I love to get up and go for my morning walks. I hope the check up is worth my while. We chat, she hands me a note, I read it, I accept. Under the watchful eyes of my benevolent benefactors, I always accept, with a smile and a bounce in my step. Despite the crushing weight of my debt, I'm in a pretty comfortable position, and I enjoy my work so it's not much of a bother, though this new job of working with Romos sets me on edge since they tried to kill me two nights before.
On the way out I get one of those little head messages, the spell, another of my kind, they want to help with our investigation with the vampires, I'm not one to turn help away, and I'm sure the guys will be happy for any insight, so I accept. Out of the tavern and into the streets Shifty and I pass a grizzly sight, some folks all strung up on sticks like carnival meat, some skinless, folks are already gathering around, they don't look very old, we hurry to the Inn.
I get Shifty introduced, I think some of my companions don't believe me very well, I think some just don't care. I'm most worried about Tin-man's opinion, despite my demeanor and background, I don't like being thought of as a liar, and I want the big metal man that hides in the freakin dark to be on my side. But they're keen to go to the bodies, of course, we make our way there and it's a shit show. The bodies got the plague, we need to strip and be cleaned by some doctors, it's wild, I go in, I leave, I stare at the boats on the water to ease myself, some nice boats out today, I didn't see the one I was looking for.
Bird's all excited about the plague, Tin's got something up his nose about it, we follow a disease trail to the little Romos market nearby, there's a puzzle on the door. I enjoy puzzles, Birdman helps with it.
There's a cellar, where the disease came from. It's full of a gas that we can't breathe without dying, Arrow goes down. He doesn't stay down long, there's a lot to unpack, I'm more uneasy about my job that night. I make up my mind.
We go to the Good Doctor's lab, some guy shows up and tells us there's a quarantine, this doesn't really seem to mean anything to anyone.
Sly and Shifty bounce, they go back to where they came from, that's fine, might be better that way, vampires, plagues, and a corrupt church? Sign me the fuck off too, right? I just want my freakin boat back.
Speakin of, I tell them about my job, ask them if they'll help, the Good Doctor gives me a scolding, for accepting the job in the first place, he talks like someone with options, being a doctor I'm sure he's had plenty of em, he probably can't bring himself off his little high horse to see my perspective, and that's fine, I talk with people like him on the daily, call me impulsive, stupid, irresponsible all you want, won't change anything, might get worse, we'll see.
I think they're gonna help me, I'm grateful to them, Mad and Tin especially for not being judgemental fucks.
Speaking of the True Best Friend Squad, we all head off to the Living Doll Salon to visit Jerome, it's nice, the dolls are creepy as fuck. We learn a bit more about them, the soul thing, reminds me of... something, floats on the edges of my memory, I feel a kinship with what they do, though I'm not sure why, surely they haven't all seen those sepulchral gates like I have? Curious indeed.
Btw one of their dolls looked at me all mean and I hated it. Fuckin creepy motherfuckin doll staring at me with its dumb cat eyes. Oddball never acted like that. Also Chloe is back. Yay...
Tin gets a book, we meet a cool cat (is that racist?) Tabaxi names He that Sews, Mad has a talk with him, chill.
I go by the docks, pace the edges, find the boat I'm lookin for, pop in to see Nikolas, then go to the Inn for some drinks before the job.
We meet a new lady, nice and shiny armor, she's quiet, but she seems fun, Sunshine suits the group just fine. We drink, a fancy liquid from Reichnal, the kind of bottle that I covet and adore, fancy and something I don't have, we didn't finish it so I couldn't keep it. (Drawing of the Absinthe bottle)
Things get a little fuzzy, I see a floating boat, etc... you know how these things go, the drink rarely takes me like it used to, I'm pleasantly surprised. I sober up pretty nicely though and we make our way out to the boat, meet with Cap'n So-an'-So and get to work, moving animals again (You can already tell where this is going I'm sure, Journal, honestly no one is looking for a honest exotic cat anymore, it's all diseased rats and monkeys, drown me in liquor, can I get a normal job? Pleaseeee?)
Sunshine asks to me to sneak into a room, I do, Mad pretends to get hurt and this dead-in-the-eyes warforged with the jaw-line of a god goes and tends to him (In a manor that I understand to be overtly sexual considering how Mad was so upset and ashamed about it after). He had dirt in some boxes that I collected for the doctor, and a painting.
I go back and we work to complete the job, on the way to the church, they question the monkey and it dies, they look at the rats, figure out they're super im-plaguened or whatever, que the 'Good' Doctor yelling at me for the second time that day, moral blah blah blah, etc... Honestly I just zoned out, it's not my fault that the freakin church is shit, I didn't make the gods damned religion. (Addition, Tinny tried to defend me by saying that I grew up in a bad situation and that maybe I don't know right from wrong or something like that, which I resent, I understand right and wrong just like anyone else, I have jobs to do, a legacy to protect, etc... I've already started down my path I'm working with what I've got, don't go saying cause my Daddy didn't love me and I didn't know my Mama till I was 16 that I don't know that I shouldn't do bad things, that's shitty, that's a cop out, my moral ambiguity has to do with my love of alcohol and crippling debt not my childhood upbringing We decide to switch the dirty rats for some healthier ones that the doctor has, and continue with the job, I get paid, everything's great.
The Hand Job
14th Far, Eyre
Salutations again Journal!
Ophelia again,
I will say, despite my once passing interest in the wanderers that hired me, another day spent with them has been an interesting one to say the least.
And before you ask, I'll get to the doll later...
First thing's first, there's a games (game?) competition in Nocturna, nice set up in their park, Tin-man was hyped for it, thought it'd be a good idea, though I don't have the coin to play a real game. 'fore that, we had breakfast, The Doctor, Madman, Twiggy, Tin-man and I were all in attendance, I didn't see Smith, but I rarely expect to see anyone again in Qada, big town.
Side Mission: Observe Birdman drinking. Seriously, how do you even breath in that mask? I hate coverin' up my face like that, makes me think I'm suffocating, and he never takes it off!!! Wild
Tin-man was eager to be off after seeing Piddlewicks, fuckin cuck, and I'm not one to miss out on any action so I accompanied him, watched him sign up for Dragon Chess, Tin-man taught me the night before but I'm not ready to fight the Nocturna folk yet at their own game. Tin put up a valiant effort, but I'm pretty sure Piddlewicks pissed all over his hopes of winning, a whole bunch of nonsense moves and words were said, pretty wild, a garden gnome mugged a guy and knocked him out, pretty standard affair. After his astounding defeat, I decided to play a dice game, we made a new friend, Jerome, a lovely half-orc, dollsmith and a charcuterie connoisseur, my kinda person, I won, obvs.
Next, come to find out, the other folk (Twig, The Doctor, Madman, and a new girl I will name Sly, on account of her way of speaking) found a severed hand with a scorpion tattoo on it, the former 3 found Sly as well, who is a delight despite her turn around way of being.
After some arguing we (despite my reluctance) went to the guard captain's office, he was napping, not a great time, I wasn't seen, though. Sly wasn't very kind to the man, can't blame her, but you know, there's a way to do things, but we learned about an Efrit that found a body, and where the body was found.
Pop to all six of us squeezing into a small alleyway and searching around, Sly got spat at by Ressle, the old fuck, and they throw Chloe in, cue an impromptu rescue I'll get to it, don't worry... We did a hop and a skip back to the alley, I let them do their investigating, I'm not very keen on such things, didn't need to be at the moment, 'cause one of my sisters showed up, Little Elsa Hoferz. She recommended we meet at (insert Tavern name here). Can't wait. Says she's just checkin up on me.
I think Tin-man was listening, I'll have to keep an eye.
I come back, they're talking about dirt? I don't know, these folks are weird, Mad Man wanted to lick a post, The Doctor hit him over the head, with good reason, and we decided to split, the 'Mans stick with me, and the others head off on a literal blood trail, we go after the Ifrit. Best Friend Squad and The Dream Team.
The Tin-man made some odd remarks about me knowing the guy, just some casual racism, nothing that surprised me, considering I call him Tin-man, odd nonetheless.
As soon as we go into the apartment, there's a crash from upstairs, immediately I go out into the alley, a couple seconds later guy comes through the window, Mad Man in tow, turns into fucking spiders.
Yeah. FUCKING SPIDERS
Turns out the place is on fire, the genasi is dead, the spiders are gone, but the Dream Team still haven't shown up. We send Mad out for Fire men, they came, put it out, and then he came back with drinks. Thoughtful.
Fast forward a couple hours of long, agonizing waiting, and nearly kicking that damn half-fence down, we hear something. Dogs. A cursory look around by the docks, some Goliath had a Dwarf on his back, surrounded by beasts and men, Goliath slits his own throat, maybe it was honor, maybe it was the futility of his situation and wanting some kind of control, but he goes down, and the dwarf didn't make it long after. I didn't stick around though, I've not got the stomach for gore and viscera, spoils my liquor, after some relaying to Tin and Mad 'Bjork Bjorks' he called 'em Bjork Bjorks The Good Doctor and Sly finally show up. Noticably lacking their plant friend.
Apparently she's gone. I didn't know her, I didn't speak to her, and I've been in my line of work too long for the death of an acquaintance to make me feel some kind of way. Unfortunate she had to go, perhaps I'll see her next time I go to the place behind my eyes, with still waters and sepulchral gates, I wonder if you remember you when your dead, let alone if you remember someone you hung out with most of the single day 'fore you died. I can't answer that question, I haven't gone far enough into oblivion to contemplate, and I don't intend to.
Bummer.
'Course there's nothing left to talk about 'cept the doll. Chloe is an ever present figure in my mind, the true nature of this godsforsaken doll peaks my curiosity and sends goosebumps down my arms and neck, like, What the FUCK? Why's she like that? I don't really have all the details, the unfortunate events that have transpired cloud my mind, but she chopped up some bread???? Like with a knife? It's moments like this I fondly recall the times alcohol helped me to forget, like that bender I went on in my 20th year and woke up like 3 weeks later at my half-sister's 13th birthday party with a (albeit beautiful) portrait of goblin woman on top of a mastiff, Leonine wasn't happy, though I think the kid still has it, unfortunately such times are solidly in the past, my recent affliction has left me without any sense of taste, let alone the ability to get drunk like that any more. She (the doll) ate a spider's legs. Yuck.
I must be off now journal, I have a very important meeting tomorrow morning and though I don't look forward to it, I'm not dreading it, my Grandparent knows where to find me, and despite my immediate distrust of those in my profession (as is necessary and not prejudice on my part) I do enjoy learning how old my sweet nephews are when she sends my sisters to visit.
Mad Men and Ruined Rats
13h Zor, Eyre
Hello once again! It's me, as it always is. Obviously.
Ophelia.
Anyways, night went about as good as I thought it would, perhaps better? I'll have to judge later after a few drinks and when the sight of that creepy ass doll leaves the back of my head.
Oh yeah, there's a doll. A weird doll. Porcelain ...
Back to the journal keeping, met one of the birds at the docks, tall fella, beak and everything, would've thought him an odd colored heron if he hadn't had the papers stating otherwise. I was with two hired friends, big metal man, and a human with the doll , I'll get back to that. Birdy brought some friends of his own, a smith and a twig.
Showed 'em what I had, didn't take much getting them into the city, Grey Cloaks hate vermin just as I do, it seems. Beady little eyes, tails like worms, the hands ... Back to it, 'bout to get my papers, when some fancy clunkers show up, the metal man warned us ahead of time, and battle ensued.
I don't want to lie to you, I'd like to say I fought bravely, dashed in with reckless abandon, but Oddity is more careful than I am, so I fought them from a distance, didn't even get a scratch to remember them by.
The smith and the twig did not fare so well, unfortunately. They went to that dark place behind your eyes, but they got better.
Side Note because I forgot and remembered after a drink: The Clunkers followed Romos who has it out for the Bloody Crows? I fucking hate politics... They follow Alphemus? Owlfurmas? Alfermos? He's important? I was too busy looking at the organ jars
Anyways got the pest business sorted out and went on to the Pestilence Business, some nice lab, filled with those jars with pickled organs? Pretty sweet.
Hung around a bit after I got paid, I like the Crows, I enjoy doing work for them, I also like the jars of things they have, even if it makes the hair on the back of my neck raise up. Introductions were made 2 hours after our meeting, Twig and Smith aren't chatty, but I don't mind, Birdman and Big make enough chatter to entertain my wandering mind, Mad Man's got something going on too -oh shit
Let me tell you about this freakin doll, looks like a shabby piece of shit, pulled straight from the wreckage of some ruins piece of garbage freaky ass doll. Her name is CHLOE who the fuck??? It talks to Mad Man, argues with him, says it's a 'nice' doll, I don't believe in the moral alignments of inanimate objects but the vibes were off on this one boys, hated it, he threw it at Twiggy when she fell 'CHLOE help her!' my disbelief hung me like a noose around my neck, says he can't get rid of it! FUCK THAT SHIT
Okay... What else.... Oh there was this kid.. The Raven King, cult, obvs, meetings on Friday at midnight because of course they fucking are, if I'm not up to anything I might go, I hear culty people love their beverages, might be able to score some for myself.
Uhhhhhh, I think that's it? I don't have any jobs lined up for a bit, so I promised I'd hang with them tomorrow, it's either that or try and see how long it takes to get alcohol poisoning again, either way... I guess I'm kind of excited?
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