Recca is the middle child of one of the wealthiest blueblood families of
Valour. Being less trusted than her elder brother, and less pampered than
her younger brother, envy and shame were given a deep root. While her
brothers received education, attention and praise, the neglected Recca
began to dabble in the occult, steadily acquiring an expansive knowledge
about a great many artifacts that would often pass through her family's
possession. Such as the spear named Khizarizia, rumored to be the spear
that slew Arboran. Nobody in her family gave this trivia much attention,
just donating to the military, but Recca's occult studies taught her that
whoever wields the spear may be blessed favorably in battle by Immortals,
leading her to doubt the righteousness of the Light, since she could just
wield it herself. Of special interest to Recca was the ancient inscription
upon her golden lamp, a lost artifact of the Taekir War, which she longed
to understand. Eventually, Recca became a child bride, an arranged matter
of political convenience, and was forbidden from reading forever.
Because of her father's political status, an assassin's bounty was placed
on the patriarch's head, and the family was hidden by the Knights of Valour
for their safety. But Recca had long concealed an even darker secret - her
yearning for the occult. She had turned to evil. Without hesitation, she
betrayed the location of her family to the Legion of Darkness. Her family
were whisked off to the Legions slave camps. A lack of evidence prevented
anyone from discovering her betrayal, and the Legionnaire that captured her
family was hunted and killed by the Knights, so she got away cleanly with
her treachery. Most importantly, she was rewarded with the golden lamp
she had long coveted, along with twelve paintings of mass murderers.
Recca's ambition is to now furnish a dark crypt with as much ancient
treasure as she can, legitimizing her own new order of nobility, while her
precious lamp remains hidden in a place only she knows.
Case File: Recca
The patient presented as unusually agitated. She has been feeling slowed
by medications and has stopped taking them to feel her "usual self" again.
Her aural hallucinations have returned, as has her paranoia. She has been
dreaming a group named the "Magic Circle" is out to get her, but also that
a priest-king keeps them at bay. Much of our talk session was wasted as she
praised and gushed about this king, though his name was not given. She is
having difficulty distinguishing dreams from reality.
Based on the lack of compliance on her part, the patient was advised that
further supply of opium from this facility is unavailable, and that a long
quarantine was necessary for observation. This lead to her mania breaking,
quickly becoming highly argumentative. We attempted to administer electric
shocks to subdue her, but the patient broke free from our restraints and
ran. It is unclear how she summoned so much physical strength. She must be
found and delivered safely back to the hovel for treatment.
It is advised to not try to restrain her alone.
- Midwife Mab
Entering the Dome, Recca took in her splendrous surroundings and sighed.
It was not enough to satisfy her. And nothing ever would be. She rolled up
her sleeve, partaking in by now familiar ritual. Ancient acupuncture
artistry, mixed with neurotoxin derived from the wild birds she had held in
cruel captivity. As the poison entered her bloodstream, a wave of
sleepiness smothered over everything, over everybody. Blissfully, she lay
with her lamp, remembered her childhood horror one final time, and let
herself drift off into the darkness.
Unpretty would be an accurate word to describe this gaunt, bald creature.
Its wide black wings flag give it a passing resemblence to a vulture, each
wrapped around a rather malnourished frame of fiery red feathers. Some
loose patches of flesh are aggressively losing a battle with a rotting wound
that has been opened with a blade, the wound oozing a poisonous looking
mixture of foul green and sour yellow. Feeble arms extend themselves into a
set of short sharpened talons, while its legs demonstrate muscularity, being
far shapelier than its neglected upper body. A watchful head is hanged upon
an unusually long neck, jutting out too far forwards, and flicking itself
volatiley into confusing alignments. Its fleeting eyes are non-matching
shades of green and blue, each filled with pain, bloodshot and fear. A
cluster of small markings that look like puncture wounds crowd the inner
right forearm, all of them just underneath the elbow.