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Notices of Self

Nom Du Jour
Ol' Nick, Old Scratch, He who is Without Name, The Tempter, the Old Gentleman, Old Harry, Prince of Darkness, Prince of this world, Judas.

Real Name:
Jude De Sicarii

Age:
Early to mid-twenties

Mask
Well Dressed man whose eyes seem to convey a sense that the man behind them has done things in his life which would cause lesser men to end it all.

Mein
Shadow fuses itself together to form the well sculptured features of a man. His fingers razor sharp shimmer in the darkened form. Glances at his form causes you to feel as though you just missed something out of the corner of your eye. Under scrutiny the darkness parts to allow for an eye to stare back at you in defiance.

Character Information

Sand that Falls

In Simple, What Time Wrought:
1974 - Jude is born healthy and unnoticed to a family living on Captiva Island, Florida.
1979 - Jude's first day of school occurs towards the autumn months.
1980 - During Jude's second year of school, he is tested and accpeted into the Gifted Program.
1981 - During the Gifted Program's scheduled field trip to the renaissance fair, Jude is taken by his Keeper.
2001 - Jude forever changed escapes from his keeper after he doesn't check in from one of his assignments.

Reclaimation of Station:
Recently entered into a heated dispute and negotiation for lands and territories in the Pillar of the Seasons Freehold. After the negotiations, having emerged victorious, Jude set about establishing the Bastion of the Everlasting Twilight in Boca Grande.

Testament of a Empty Cell:
Note found discarded in a sparse room.

If you are reading this, I am no longer walking amongst the fair. I leave this where it happened, as a testament to what I have done. All the things I have seen and performed, I have not pride, and I actualized these tasks, for it was my duty. We all have our part to play. It is karma. It is what we are here to do. I do not feel bad for my lot in life, as I hope you do not feel bad for yours. Learn from your life. Read my story and learn from mine. Most of these words are jumbled, as the mental record I have been keeping does not seem to be as accurate as it once was. That fact may or may not lead to my downfall. Even as I write these words down, I have no foreknowledge of whether my escape will come to fruition, but I digress.

My Birth is of no consequence, as it in and of itself was of no consequence. To anyone. I mean it is not as if people did not care. They did. It just seemed as if it should have meant more. I was the only child of a young couple. Should not that have mattered? Was I not everything that they had planned? Could they not have looked just a little longer when I had gone missing? I wasn’t even gone long when they forgot about me. As if, I was nothing. Instead to find I had been replaced. Some thing put in front of their eyes to blind them to the fact that the thing they clutch to their breasts and tuck in at night is not me. Was I so easy to cast aside? The thing doesn’t even look like me. I do not mean to be critical of the one who controls the spire, but should he not have tried harder to get my features right? I will flee this place and kill that thing. Even if I cannot reclaim my rightful place, at least the interloper will be dead. I see that once I again I am side tracking.

My change came about slowly. As you may be aware since you sit in this spire, the one in control likes to take things slow. Perfecting a servant is no different. Therefore, I was trained and beaten until my appearance was flawless, until my skill was unequalled. Until he thought, I was capable in the matters he wished addressed. What matters? Those of corruption, those of temptation, those Arts which when used, get people hurt or hunted, or both.

As you are in the spire, I may have been the very soul to place you there. Please do not hold this against me. I did as I had to. If possible, continue reading, for you may never know whether a nugget of truth from these pages could help you on your way.

As I stated I may have been the one to get you into the spire. I was tasked with acquisitions. “New blood” as it was. I would travel through the baronies and convince those with or without the mind to know better to flee their gentry and move into the spire. Some merely needed prodding, some a bit of lurid temptations. Even the toughest could be swayed all it took was time, and the right motivator.

I was that, a motivator. There was not a soul I could not sway. It was either move to the spire, or escape the whole of Faerie. Either way you were caught by the troops of my keeper either when you escaped, or moved of your free will. There were rare cases though. Those are the times I was least proud of my lot in life. Those were the times of the bloodshed, and the screams. The memories of those times fade with each painful day, but I feel the scars will never leave.

To ease the pain, I will list to you the method I will be using to escape this wretched tower. The way is not simple, but after it all, should lead you from this place. As you may notice if you come to be here very long, once a year the sun shines in this domain. On that day, the lord sleeps. That is when you must steal yourself away. I plan to use the road to the south for it is a land full of winter and the sun shines but ever midsummer. That should be the route to take. If you take this advice and escape from this place, meet me in the Island Nations, for there I will establish a Bastion for all who fled the spire.

Words oft Spoken

-Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc

Whispers in the Shadows

It has been said that Jude conspired with the Autumn court of the freehold to attack the would-be Winter Queen Miss Winters, in the pillars of the seasons freehold.