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Domitia Guernici, filia Bonifatius
A studious and inquisitive young maga with heretical background.
To serve as a Quaestor and to prove she is worthy to the title. To contemplate on God's realm and to try to live as a True Christian inside the Order of Hermes.
Compassionate +3, Humble +1,
-2 Int: 3 Per: 2 Sta: 1 Str: -3 Dex: 0 Com: 2 Prs: 2
The Gift, Free
Hermetic Maga, Free
Hermetic Prestige, Free (Guernicus)
Secondary Insight, Major
Skilled Parens, Minor
Study Bonus, Minor
Clear Thinker, Minor
Incompatible Arts (Perdo Corpus, Perdo Vim), Minor
Susceptibility to Faerie Power, Minor
Weak Enchanter, Minor
Curse of Venus, Major
Blanche de Congost, the Black Sheep
"Blanche! Blanche! Where are you wandering again?" She immediately recognized the strong male voice which were calling her, even through the loud debates and the music around the hall. It belonged to her father and she knew it is better to answer to him as soon as she can.
A small girl climbed out bellow the table where she was looking at the people's shoes. "I am here Papa!" she answered with a board smile, of course, as she was most happy every time when her father had time for her. That did not happen often, but then Bernard de Congost was a busy man and Blanche wasn't his only child.
"Good, good. I thought you sneaked out once again. I want you to meet you someone..." Her father towered near to her and offered his hand to the small girl. And as soon as the girl accepted the hand he took her into his shoulder and walked across the loud hall full with his peasants and his court enjoying themselves. He smelled of ale.
"Here is my daughter I was talking about." Bernard put down Blanche at the front of a small childlike pot-bellied person with a wide smile on his face, sitting on a barrel. "I fear she has a curse upon her and I will never find her a husband. People avoiding her, like if she would be the ugliest person." he explained to the dwarf his concern. The dwarf just kept on smiling as he studied the frozen Blanche.
"I might have the cure for your problem good Lord." the dwarf told to Bernard "I have a special potions I acquired from far North, from a Lord, it would give your daughter the youthful appearance but it might have a cost."
"I do." Bernard nodded to the dwarf but he instead of looking back to the man stared at the frightened child.
"Not you, but she has to pay. But not now my dear Lord, not now. Let we say your generous nature to hold this troubadour meeting paid the first half of the cost, the other half she will pay, she will..." he grinned and fished out a small, colourful flask from his apron "Here it is. Give this drink to her and she will be desirable until she dies..."
Blanche remembered well to that evening. It was an unusual eve as her father was a good True Christian and most often he avoided the excess of drinking, but that night everyone in the household ended up knocking herself or himself with drinks and dancing.
Exploring Childhood (45xp): County of Toulouse Lore (Cathar communities) 2 (15xp), Athletics (climbing) 1 (5xp), Awareness (searching) 1 (5xp), Native Language: Occitan (poetry) 5, Stealth (hide) 1 (5xp), Survival (mountains) 2 (15xp)
Blanche de Puivert, the Believer
Blanche stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the village at the coast of the Mediterranean sea with tears in her eyes. She was no more than ten, but already travelled and experienced so much. And lost so many people. And now the one most closest to her is gone too. Perfect Raymond was taken by the Church a few days ago when he went down to visit a True Christian household to give a Consolamentum to a dying Believer. She supposed to wait here until he returns at night but that was two days ago!
Blanche closed her eyes and wiped out her tears. Flashes of memory broke into the surface of her mind: the image of Raymond in his black robe and her mother, Alpais, talking about her. Her mother was a Believer too and often gave shelter to the wandering Perfects. This was no different until Raymond and Alpais agreed that Blanche should join to travel with him and study with him to become a Perfect as well. She was frightened of course, but she knew she make her parents life hard. They loved her of course but she could not find her place like her siblings. She always have been different and her mother thought this might be the sign of God's will.
Perfect Raymond was a silent man with great patience and educated background. He might had been once a priest of the Church of demiurgos or a professor in one of the Universities of the great cities. He showed Blanche the Testament and how to read it, how to talk the language of the educated folk. And they had been all around the County of Toulouse, even wandering around the north of the County of Barcelona. They had visited True Believers in Carcassonne, Toulouse, small villages all around the hills. Raymond gave them the spiritual guide and most importantly the Consolamentum before they die.
Like now, here far away from Puivert or Carcassone, in the land of Liguria, close to the Most Serene Republic of Genoa or Repúbrica de Zêna as the locals call it. A land different from Blanche home, still plenty of True Christians live around hiding from the Church. But Raymond told her, something sinister is bound to happen. That huge armies gather in north in the land of Franks to crush anyone who are supporting the Cathars as they called the True Christians. Cathars, what a nickname! Some even accuse us, she thought, to eat cats! They don't even know most of us refuse to eat the meat of the living!
Blanche opened her eyes and looked around. She knew she could not stay here forever. Raymond might be dead already and they might be looking after her as well. She packed her food and blanket. Genoa might be a good place to go. A huge city, easy to disappear, she thought and looked down to the village once again to say goodbye to the man who took care of her so long.
Late Life (5x15xp): Theology (The Cathar Heresy) 2 (15xp), Cathar Church Lore (history) 2 (15xp), Music (Sing) 1 (5xp), County of Barcelona Lore (Cathar communities) 1 (5xp), Liguria Lore (Cathar communities) 1 (5xp), Awareness (searching) 2 (+10xp), Artes Liberales (logic) 1 (5xp), Catalan (Cathar prays) 2 (15xp).
Educated Virtue (50xp): Latin 4 (50xp).
Well-Travelled Virtue (50xp): Ligurian (Cathar prays) 2 (15xp), Etiquette (peasants) 1 (5xp), County of Barcelona Lore (Cathar communities) 2 (+10xp), Charm (first impressions) 1 (5xp), Guile (lying to authority) 1 (5xp), Folk Ken 1 (5xp), Genoa Lore (safe shelters) 1 (5xp).
Domitia Guernici, filia Bonifatius
Blanche, known as Domitia in the Order now, was sitting next to a table at her room. A small room, windowless, somewhere deep inside the Domus Magna of her House, Magvillus, in the Kingdom of Sicily. Though she lived here in the last one and half decade she had little time to wonder outside and know the people. No, she had plenty of tasks to do just in here, studying under her parens, the patient Bonifatius, mentor of many generations of apprentices. And now she as the final, but probably not the last apprentice is ready to attempt to pass the gauntlet, the test of the Order to prove she knows the magic well enough and she is wise to be a full member of the society of the Order of Hermes.
But at the moment she felt anything but confident she is ready to step out to the border world. Her fear was not from the test itself. She knew all to well if she would fail she could do the test again and again, and if she would fail all to much a Quaesitor would test her and that means a lot easier test. Her fear was more existential, more an underlying uncertainness about her own self. What if the old Bonifatius was right about her, she wondered and closed her eyes to recall the memory shards of one of the plenty arguments they had.
Yes, she was an argumentative and impatient apprentice, especially at the first decade. She challenged her master view on how to deal with the mundane world and what responsibility the Magi have to the world. She was an idealist and wounded deeply by the news of her homeland slowly succumbing into the bloody warfare with the Franks. Bonifatius was calm and patient with her but she knew she was a test even for his calmness.
Yet she grew up and studied well enough to be considered as a good apprentice, and soon she felt Blanche from Puivert was a cocoon, the idea of the True Christians was just an introduction to the philosophy and theology she was bounded to learn through her apprenticeship. Aside of her magical studies, the moral philosophy, and deductive skills she shown great interest of gnostic texts and gnostic heresies through the history. It was more than just an interest, it became her faith, thinking the Magical realm as the true source of the creation, the true realm of God, distant and somehow separated by the other realms, the worlds of demiurgos, the false god.
But that was not her only interest. Blanche did found an interest of the history of the Order itself, especially the schism war, which had a resemblance in her mind to the situation of the Church and the heresies with a more underlying political and cultural conflict. The Schism War was the opening of her eyes from the idealism of the Magi and their eternal wisdom she believed so long as an apprentice.
But would she be better when she would be a full fledged Maga with all the political responsibilities to the Order? The time will prove, she calmed herself down and straightened up from the table. But now, she thought, it is better to prepare for the test and concentrate on the present.
Apprenticeship (with Skilled Parens Vertue) 300xp, 150 spell levels:
Abilities (95xp): Parma Magica 1 (5xp), Magic Theory 3 (30xp), Concentration (reading) 1 (5xp), Philosophae (moral philosophy) 1 (5xp), Code of Hermes (apprentices) 1 (5xp), Finesse () 1 (5xp), Magic Lore 1 (5xp), Penetration () 1 (5xp), Profession (scribe) 1 (5xp), Latin 5 (+25xp).
Arts (205xp): Creo 5 (15xp), Intellego 10 (55xp), Muto 5 (15xp), Pedro 2 (3xp), Rego 5 (15xp); Animal 0 (0xp), Aquam 0 (0xp), Auram 0 (0xp), Corpus 5 (15xp), Herbam 1 (1xp), Ignem 0 (0xp), Imaginem 5 (15xp), Mentem 10 (55xp), Terram 1 (1xp), Vim 5 (5xp).
County of Barcelona (Cathar communities) 2
County of Toulouse (Cathar communities) 2
Genoa (safe shelters) 1
Liguria (Cathar communities) 1
Artes Liberales (logic) 1
Athletics (climbing) 1
Awareness (searching) 2
Charm (first impressions) 1
Code of Hermes (apprentices) 1
Concentration (reading) 1
Latin (Hermetic usage) 5
Etiquette (peasants) 1
Finesse (Mentem) 1
Folk Ken (Magi) 1
Guile (lying to authority) 1
Occitan (poetry) 5
Catalan (Cathar prays) 2
Ligurian (Cathar prays) 2
Magic Lore (magical traditions) 1
Magic Theory (Intellego) 3
Music (singing) 1
Cathar Church (history) 1
Parma Magica (Mentem) 1
Penetration (Intellego) 1
Philosophiae (moral philosophy) 1
Profession (scribe) 1
Stealth (hide) 1
Survival (mountains) 1
Theology (gnostic heresies) 2
By His Works (Creo Mentem), Level 5
Trust Me (Rego Mentem), Level 20
Bitter Taste of Betrayal (Intellego Vim), Level 15
Prying Eyes (Intellego Imaginem), Level 5
Sight of the Transparent Motive (Intellego Mentem), Level 10
Perception of the Conflicting Motives (Intellego Mentem), Level 15
Frostly Speak of the Spoken Lie (Intellego Mentem), Level 20
Posing the Silent Question (Intellego Mentem), Level 20
Thoughts Within Babble (Intellego Mentem), Level 25
Scales of the Magical Weight (Intellego Vim), Level 5
Sense the Nature of Vis (Intellego Vim), Level 5
Physician's Eye (Intellego Corpus), Level 5