Sister Abigail

Woman soldier; Watchdog of the Faithful; Sorcerer

Description:

Stats
Acuity 3d6
Heart 5d6
Will 7d6
Body 5d6

Traits
Served in the Territorial Army 2d10
This is my penance 1d10
Just as good as any man 2d8
Father taught me to fight 1d8
I’m of the Order Set Apart 3d8
Sweet-talker 1d6
Loves kids 1d6
I believe in second chances 4d4
Asthmatic 2d4
Stubborn 1d6
I broke that stallion 2d6

Relationships
Territorial Authority 3d6
Brother Deen 1d6
Pride 3d8
Brother Tanner 2d8
Balok (Animal/fire demon) 3d10
Brother Jericho 1d6

Possessions
Territorial Army issued Colt Walker 1d8+1d4, Colt Patterson revolving rifle 2d6+1d4, cavalry saber 1d6, knuckleduster 1d6, riding boots 1d6, Deliverer (horse) 2d6, pictures of father and brothers 1d4 (burnt up in Northbranch), book of life, consecrated earth, cigars, matches.

Coat
Yellow and grey patchwork around the shoulders, poorly sewn. Burnt from wrestling a flaming sorcerer. 1d4 Currently none.

Bio:

Abigail was raised by her father and uncle, Irish converts, among her six brothers. Her home life was violent, and she was beaten frequently. Ultimately, this lead to two things: physical and emotional toughness, and a rejection of society’s role for women. As a teenager, Abigail’s Steward began to guide her to the path towards the Order, which presented an escape from her current life. However, less than a year from her formal interview, things at home became too much to bear for Abigail.

She ran off to get away, but also to prove herself. Abigail shaved her head, took her dead brother’s name, and enlisted in the Territorial Army. She served for six months, and gained a reputation for being rather scrappy despite her tiny physique and inability to grow a beard.

Her charade couldn’t last forever. Abigail took a musket ball to the hip. The blow was non-fatal, but she lost consciousness from the blow, and was not able to prevent the medic from inspecting the wound. The medic, Daniel Stevenson, didn’t immediately report her, however. Instead, he tried to use the secret as leverage over her, and tried to force himself on her one night. During the struggle, Abigail shot the medic with his own pistol.

She deserted that night, and returned to her home town. Horrified by her actions and their potential consequences, Abigail affirmed her dedication to the Faith as a way of penance. Despite her disappearance, her Steward officially interviewed her, and with in a month of her return, sent her off to Bridal Falls City.

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The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake, Songs of Experience

Sister Abigail

From Clay unto Clay Vantes