Lokravina (lɒk rɑː' viːnɑː)

Symbol(s):

Comedy & Tragedy each face on a balanced scale. Appearance: Medium build with androgynous features and is rarely seen as the same person twice if met one on one. He has been seen as anything from a downtrodden beggar to the finest royalty.  

Personality:

Very mercurial personality, it can change in the blink of an eye. The difficulty is knowing if it’s real or if it’s an act. With that, he is also very quick to tell when someone is ‘faking it’ or trying to be someone they’re not. This will get his ire up very quickly. It is not really known if the face he shows is the real one, or if it’s just another actor  

History:

The history is varied as his appearance. It has always been a colorful story but it is so diverse that noone can really be sure what is true and what is an elaborate act. It has been told that Lokravina was able to know that his first interaction with Karlatina was with someone that wasn’t who they appeared to be. He didn’t know who they were but knew they were portraying someone they weren’t. Karlatina, supposedly had been watching him and admiring his skill to enthrall his audience, and his troupe have the ability to have the audience believe they were actually a part of the act. Supposedly, he gave a performance before a monarch and the entire court was enamored, this however did not sit well with the king and jealousy reared it head. He knew that this may be his last performance and made it a point to make it the best he had ever done. Karlatina was in the court at the time and read the king’s motives immediately with a little help unbeknownst to him, added a little sparkle and shine to the effects of his performance. The king had made it a point to allow Lokravina and his troupe to leave the court but they were destined to never leave the castle grounds. Lokravina knew that there was a deception but didn’t know what it was, as the troupe left the court, the king’s guards approached him, he put on his best face and faced the guards with a bravado that made them wonder if they were not actually facing a master swordsman and mage. Lokravina, told the rest of the troupe to make their way to the gates of the city. In flash and flurry of sword and light, he would either block or avoid an attacker. One after another guard would attack or at the lease try to and he would duck, dodge, weave, cast all with uncommon skill. His sole purpose was to allow his troupe to escape and to buy them as much time as he could, knowing that he would eventually be overwhelmed, legend says the he held off the guards for hours, some say it was for an entire day, and some have even told that he held off the enter court guard. Regardless, the result hadn’t changed, he was eventually overwhelmed, shackled, and “removed from the sight of the king, and to never hear his voice or see his face again unless they are rotting in the gallows”   Knowing that these were to be his last days performing he began to recite and perform his plays, poems, songs and sonnets in the dungeon cell. The others there could hear him and would cheer and clap and for a brief moment they would all be whisked away to another place, or not feel the pains of the shackles and hunger. The one thing that he did know is that he did not see or hear any of his troupe being brought to the dungeon. This gave his heart a warmth that kept him warm in the damp and chilled air. Again, legends say he was kept for days at a time without food and only scant water in a muddy dirty bowl slide under the door. The amount of time he spent in the dungeon ranges from a few days to months, regardless it has been said that he would sing and recite every day.   The day came that the guards marched in to inform him that today was to be his last, still shackled hands and feet lead to the gallows. The crowd leading up to the stairs, all screaming, yelling, all cheering to see a man hung. Not really knowing why they were this way, and by no means knowing what the king had told the people about him. Karlatina was also in this throng of people watching to see how this man was going to accept his fate. The king on his throne outside overlooking this spectacle, stood and the crowd dimmed their voices. “Let it not be said that I am a merciless man for I am allowing you to have your last words in this existence.”   With all the flare and bravado of a man that had just had a full night’s sleep not someone who had been maltreated, left in the dark and rarely fed, proceeded to tell a story about a man who was imprisoned for being too good at his craft, even with the noose around his neck he moved, swayed, and gestured like any actor giving his last performance. When the story had gotten to the point where the poor soul was to be put to death he kicked the lever for the trap door, dropping beneath the floor. There was a flash of smoke and fire, the crowd awed by the performance is now dumbstruck, slack jawed and wide eyed, the king standing erect in front of his throne. A gust of wind clears the smoke and the rope that should be holding a body is empty and charred black. The crowd erupts into raucous cheers and applause, the king is now furious with this display as he has never received such accolades or even this much praise on the day he took the crown.   Lokravina expecting to feel the noose tighten around his neck and then the void of death, fell onto soft grass in a huge field, stretching from horizon to horizon. Standing next to him was a tall androgynous person, with alabaster colored hair and fair complexion. “Please, stand up skilled and wondrous bard of renown.” Lokravina, stood up, reaching at his neck, “Am I dead?” Karlatina, stated an ominous tone and a stern look, “To the world you are, and to the world you will become not only an inspiration, but the face of all who act, sing, dance and perform.”   “I don’t understand, your grace”, realizing that this person was someone of either great nobility and power, or at the least someone that deserved the truth from him in all things.   Karlatina explained, that because of his astounding performance skills the ability to move people by those performances that he was whisked from the fangs of death and brought to the door way of divinity.   Legend has it that the monarch of that forgotten kingdom was not only removed from the throne by the thralled masses but was hung and that last thing he heard was the jubilation of the masses for him, like nothing he’d ever heard before.     Special Abilities & Notes:    

Divine Powers

Change the mood of the audience

This allows him to recite a monologue and transfer any emotion or mood on to the observing audience this can be an audience of one or to everyone within ear shot.

Divine Inspiration

Bestow upon any mortal being the inspiration to write an epic play or magnum opus in a 2d4 days.

The writer is completely exhausted (10% of dying) and the work may not be discovered immediately (5% chance presented upon its completion of it being appreciated and acknowledged for what it is, to 1d10 years after the death of the author

Divine Costume

Bestow upon any mortal the ability to create a single costume that when worn by a single actor, the audience doesn’t see the actor but sees the full embodiment of the character.

If the costume is used in any form of malicious deceit(e.g. as a disguise to dupe people), the vestment will fall away from the wearer, the actors and actresses of the play will never forget the actor/ess

Priests

Duties of Priesthood: .

Open new stage

Inspire new actor/ess career

Requirements of Priesthood:

Abilities:

General Acting - TCBH (pg. 51)

Spell Acting - TCBH (pg. 51)

Influence Reaction - TCBH (pg. 16)

Observe Motions - TCBH (pg. 51)

Alignments:.Any Neutral

Dexterity 12

Intelligence 13

Charisma 15

Weapons allowed:

Bard standard

Armor restrictions:

Bard standard

◦ Sphere:

M	All		Creation		Plant
	Animal	M	Divination	m	Protection
	Astral		Elemental		Summoning
M	Charm		Healing		Sun
	Combat		Necromatic		Weather

   

Omens:

Losing one’s voice before a performance (B)

Instrument breaking before a performance (B)

A bird singing with a performer or while a performance is going on(G)

Seemingly natural ability to perform or play an instrument(G)

A venomous serpent cries with the voice of a maiden (B)

Worshipers Alignment: Bards of all flavors   Thief Abilities: Level 17:

84	Pick Pocket
86	Detect Noise
91	Climb Walls
84	Read Languages