Bowrie Girl (The Trickster)

Background/History: Lived with her mother and father, who were circus performers.  Learning acrobatics, working with all the animals, knife throwing, tightrope walking, trapeze. All aspects of circus life. At the age of 13 discovered that she had the ability to walk through walls at will, a talent inherited from her mother, all the women of her family are able to do so, and although she wanted to make it into an act for the circus, her mother wouldn’t allow it, she was told that her “talent” would be called into use sometime in the distant future and until then must remain a secret.  She abided by her mother’s wishes to an extent but practised her talent in secret, walking through anything and everything she could. When her mother and father were killed in a fire not long after her 14th birthday she was sent to live with her grandmother in the village of her mothers birth.   As the years rolled by her grandmother grew ill, and she had to take a job as a barmaid in the local tavern to earn money to look after her, There she met Daren whom she had an affair with up until that fateful day when he betrayed her to the council elders and she made her escape taking with her, her two daggers and a small crossbow for hunting, a small bag of clothes, some money and leaving with her horse Camisra.

Name:           Bowrie Age:              24 Hair:             Dark Brown Eyes:             Amber Height:          5’2” Weight:          100lbs Appearance:   Human Race/Origin:  Mountain Dweller/Highlander Weapons:            Two daggers/ small crossbow Skills/Abilities:    Acrobatics/skilled horsewoman, good with animals, Boxing, walking through walls, and expert knifethrower Weaknesses:        Big mouth that keeps getting her in trouble; Can’t walk through lead or iron, quick tempered

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The rock stands solitary, listening to the earth, the elements, the rock watches, sees everything, silently waiting. She comes, It feels her presence grow closer, the rock calls out to her, feels her moving at a slowing pace towards it, she is weak, hungry, almost at deaths door, The rock feels her heartbeat, no two heartbeats, Yes she is the one, it pushes a thought to her, urging her onwards, just a little further.  The rain and wind battering against her shattered body, she wants it to end, to succumb to the elements, but she moves onwards still, feels the slight kicking sensation inside her, clutching her swollen stomach, staggering onwards. She is here, the rock feels her leaning against his hard exterior, it moves against her tired body, melting against her, enveloping her, pulling her inside, into darkness, into warmth, sheltered from the harsh storms that beat against him.  She is weakening, slipping from this life to the next.  He cannot allow that just yet. He moves silently crawling beneath her skin, wrapping his form around her, sustaining her dying flesh, moving towards the second heartbeat, he feels it kick at the slightest touch from him, senses its strong heartbeat, he sings to it, soothing away its fears, waiting for the time. Time, it moves so slowly yet so quickly, from birth till death is but a blink of an eye to the rock. The child takes its final step from womb into life. The rock departs the mothers fading body; it feels her life force ebbing slowly away, its thought calls to her as she slips into the unknown.  “Be well earthmother, from you and I shall be born earth’s protector and she shall know great power. She is gone, the rock weeps for her, it moves and lifts her still body, encasing it in gleaming crystal, preserved for all eternity. The child grows day by day, protected by the rock, infused by the rock, with the rocks power, stepping as time goes by from childhood into womanhood. He comes; the rock can feel him. Yes he is the one, the rock calls to him, enchanting him, leading him, beckoning him to come. He’s close, the time has come. The rock soothes her with his song, speaks to her mind, and tells her the time has come, for her to depart.  She weeps, begs to stay, clings to the rock, to no avail, she feels herself slipping away, feels the icy chill of the wind against her naked skin. She lies touching the rock, imploring it to let her return.  He sees her, she senses he is there and turns to face him. He jumps from his horse and walks towards her, removing his cloak, wrapping it around her tightly, he lifts her lightly, cradling her in his arms as she weeps uncontrollably, The rock talks to here “Here we must part, daughter of mine, of the earth, know that I have loved you as a father should.” “Go, he is your destiny, he is our destiny, from you will come the hope of the earth.  Be Well” They silently depart, the rock weeps at the loss, it screams at the earth. Its cry lasting through the years, the centuries, never ending, never ceasing to be.  It feels nothing for so long, feeling that all hope is lost.  A strange small glow emits from deep within the rock, he senses something, a tiny fragment glows within him, “Yes she comes, I feel her now, I hear her first cry, I hear her name, She hears my song, she knows not what is in her yet” The rock calls to her as she sleeps “You will come to me when the time is right, daughter of mine, Know in that time that I love you” The rock sees the glow of the fragment.  “My gift to you awaits when that time comes. The rock slips into silence, lies dormant, waiting.

The Rock's Power.. Earth Magic..