Ksenia Foltyn, Sailor Scout of Selûne

[Pandip]

This character was created on Sunday, May 18th, 2014 at 09:26:23 PM.
Since creation, this character has logged on and off 289 times.
The character has spent 13 days, 18 hours, 42 minutes, and 50 seconds online.

I swear to god I didn't intend to take those rogue levels until I realized how poorly I was fairing as a finesse ranger! <.
Ksenia was a half-elven girl from Daggerford who was adopted by a widower after a cliché set of circumstances that I never fully detailed out lead to her elven birth mother leaving her at a farmer's door with an amulet of Selûne around her neck. From my first PCN post several months ago:

[hide=History]Though she would never find out, Ksenia Foltyn was a gift to her adoptive father. At the time of Ksenia's birth, Metri Foltyn was a widower who had been grieving the death of his late wife during childbirth for some months. He returned to his Daggerford farm in one of his many drunken stupors to find a docile newborn snug in a basket at his door. There was nothing to indicate the baby's parents or origin save for her pointed ears and a symbol of Selûne that was embroidered upon her blanket, but in that moment Metri's heart swelled with all the love of fatherhood and he took the baby in as if she were his own.

Ksenia's father never had the heart to tell her she was abandoned. Truly, the man believed he had been blessed with a gift, though the reality of the situation was much more bleak than his imagination lead him to believe. Nonetheless, the circumstances of Ksenia's adoption affected her during her early years. Her bedtime stories of queens and princesses were not words detailed in a book, but tales of fact and fiction woven from the reality of Metri's late wife and the fantasy of Ksenia's birth mother. An elven maiden here, a stalwart heroine there. Ksenia grew up thirsty for adventure. Much to Metri's dismay, eventually adventure came knocking on his door in the form of a traveling caravan of Selûnites, and its allure to Ksenia was far too great for her to forsake the opportunity in favor of a quiet life on her father's farm.

It eventually came to be that Ksenia was inducted into the faith, joining as a huntress and tracker of lycanthropes that threatened to slaughter the countryside and coast. Her fancy for the stars and love for adventure never dwindled in these days; she found intoxicating love and thrilling excitement underneath the stars. Though she never had a taste for bustling city life, Waterdeep was a home away from home. She rejoiced at every opportunity to visit the House of the Moon, and her few interactions with Naneatha Suaril have left Ksenia nothing short of giddy.

When the sun went dark and the stars turned sinister, Ksenia encountered a crisis of faith and direction. At the time, she was joined in the hunt of a werecat with several of her companions. Despite their protests, she insisted on returning home to her father to ensure he would be safe. In the end, she abandoned the last people she could call friend, only to find her father's farm a barren husk, its locale ravaged by madness. It was here that she found the portal to Sanctuary.

Ksenia doesn't speak much of Selûne's name anymore, though she still shows her faith and her curses are often lined with the goddess's name. Though she misses the stars, she hated to look upon them once the Darkness came, for Selûne's tender gaze seemed to have turned into one of unerring disdain, hateful of those she looked down on. Ksenia persists in the idea that Selûne turns a glare at the Dread who have laid waste to the world, but the chill in her spine has too often dispelled that distant hope to the back of her mind.[/hide]

Ksenia started as masochistic desire to play a half-elf ranger with someone in her deity field and quickly developed into the first EFUR character I found satisfaction in playing. I was incredibly fascinated by how much fun I had pretending to know nothing; people were always very accommodating in character, and I was surprised how many folks would tell a really good story if you only spent enough time ignoring quest trains to ask.

At first, Ksenia came off as incredibly naive, chatty, and bubbly only because I just wanted to spend more time talking to people than I did questing. But over time, she rapidly developed into a character who was hiding a great deal of grief and sadness behind a thin veil. She clung to the fantasy that she could see Selûne's gaze on the surface in her lifetime, a shining example of the capability for mortals to persevere over the harshest situations. In the back of her mind, she thought she might be a guiding star of hope for the people around her. Whether or not she succeeded is perhaps irrelevant now.

Whatever the case, Ksenia quickly matured and became hardened after several harrying experiences in the Underdark. Although I expected her to approach elves with a sort of subdued fangirlism, it turned out that she came to deplore the way they acted after the Darkening. And while she might have become a bit more brutal and a lot less forgiving, in the process she also became a more faithful and expressive person, particularly with Abala when given the chance.

I had meant to get around to changing her description, but never did. Oops. I was also quite proud that I'd gotten a sliver away from level 10 without doing much questing at all (and then I died, oops again).

Ksenia was always staunchly Black and utterly terrified of going outside of Sanctuary. She discouraged people from going out of the shield and never made a trek into the Lowerdark, save for when a tunnel opened to it in the Inbetween. She hated Ordinants and thought they were a near-constant danger to Sanctuary because of the horrors that she knew lay in the deepest recesses of the Underdark. And most importantly, she had an almost unjustified and deep-seeded hate for Lower and anyone that would associate with them.

Before we get to screenshots, I'd like to thank Abala and RWG for some seriously incredible interactions over the course of Ksenia's lifetime. The two of you brought a lot of life to this character, and I don't think the journey would have nearly been the same without you two. Thank you to anyone and everyone within the Watch that Ksenia has interacted with, whether as a mentor, a newbie, or a complete pain in your ass. VP also deserves a special mention for some of the things that happened with Ezekiel, which could have easily turned Ksenia into something of a Lower vigiliante and figurehead. AMB, Caster, BOM, and to an extent Talir all deserve a thumbs up for adding several curves and bumps in Ksenia's path as well! Thanks to everyone else that interacted with her -- I very sincerely hope you enjoyed any time you might've spent with her, because I know I had a great deal of fun.



Right, here we go:

The first person Ksenia ever butted heads with (and there were a lot of them) was Thrar, who was a sergeant at the time she was inducted into the Watchers. Her feelings for the elf developed over time, starting with mild distaste and quickly developing into outright, utter hatred. Ksenia was one who appreciated action more than she did words, and that never made her sit well with Thrar. After he'd gone and suggested that Jormund -- who was someone Ksenia looked up to as a mentor -- was a traitor, she'd just about had enough of him. Thrar also suspended her for some insubordination thing I can't remember. And then fully fired her when she refused to go on a raid to Traensyr. And then he got demoted, and then... well, we'll get to that later.

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Ksenia had an incredibly unlikely ally in Rufus, who was nothing but a bigot to her when they first met. Their relationship developed the longer they spent time with each other; she found a kindred spirit in Rufus during some of their private meetings and dangerous ventures together, and he facilitated and encouraged her when she felt pressed against a wall. These two were always on the verge of understanding each other and finally working together on a permanent basis, but always managed to botch their tenuous friendship in some way. ... Ksenia was usually the one to mess things up and start a fuss.

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Going down into the Machine illegally (something Ksenia did about once a reset in her early days) with Rufus and getting into her fair bit of trouble:



Plotting with evil gits:


Severing ties, or trying to:


A congratulatory meeting:

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Abala was Ksenia's longest friend, companion, and eventually lover, though the latter was kept very hush-hush and Ksenia was awkward to express herself. Beginning originally as two people who respected each other greatly, their relationship flourished into a stalwart friendship that would often get them into a bit of trouble. Opposites attract, I guess; Ksenia was probably as close as someone can get to being a vigilante without making the leap, and Abala was the staunch law person we all know and love. No matter what was going on, I could always log on and have great interactions with Abala, and I was incredibly grateful for that.

The screenshots are in no particular order. ... also, idk if you noticed, but these two were kinda fucking adorable.

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Early meeting and a bit of praise:



Spoiler alert: Ksenia never called her anything but Abala and Abala always called her my lady.









Ksenia had a lot of respect for her halfling director, and she was always keen to voice it:



A consoling conversation after Abala was addicted to substance:




A hug after a close call:

















Cordelia had jealousy issues:





















When Romel sent Ksenia's letter:

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Ksenia's final words to Abala:


And the memento left for Abala after death:




Ksenia had a crisis of faith for a very long span of time. She was distraught over the loss of Selûne, both because of the terrifying effects of Dendar on the world above and simply because she was so far underground that she could never taken comfort in the stars and moon, even if the sky did seem sickly after Dendar. During her first weeks in Sanctuary, she didn't make much mention of Selûne's name or her faith, but her time in Sanctuary brought ups and downs in how devout she was.

Having people ask me whether Ksenia was a paladin or cleric, while oftentimes a bit awkward, was always an encouraging sign that I was playing up her religion just enough. I envisioned Ksenia leading the elves towards the worship of Selûne in replacement of their lost pantheon, but unfortunately any relationships she maintained with elven PC's died off as their players lost interest in their concepts. I never had the chance to convert someone, try as I might have.

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Ksenia received a dream vision in which she was gifted with a silver blade. That very same weapon appeared to her in physical form afterwards, which lead to a very giddy Ksenia harping about how awesome she was and flaunting her new weapon (see below).

Some time later, a tomb in the zurhkwood forest revealed a den of werewolves... and an unexpected surprise: A Selûnite sarcophagus holding incredibly powerful huntress' garb that was guarded by a ghostly maiden. Among the arms was a rapier, a parrying sword, and a set of leathers.

Needless to say, Ksenia didn't get what she wanted. She was pretty grumpy and upset by the fact that she wasn't considered worthy.

One instance of contemplation amongst many that happened after the event.

This was not to be the last meeting with this maiden, however. There were many to come, each typically increasing Ksenia's frustrations:

Ksenia encountered a strange witch and her bulky companion, unwittingly helping them despite Hwaunk being a wereboar. Things got a bit crazy, and the unenchanted, tarnished parrying sword that she was given to her by the ghostly maiden screeched and hummed to life, demanding that Ksenia kill the beast.

... she eventually lost the fight, though. The consequences? The boar destroyed the silver weapon she was given in her dreams.

A disturbing, shadowy figure approached... but a savior was soon to slay it. And then, another bright vision afterwards.

Ksenia now had the tarnished rapier to go with the tarnished parying sword. But she still turned sourpuss over the loss of her other weapon, and drank in front of Abala:

The maiden was never met again, but werewolves? There were always lots of werewolves. After slaying the packleader of a werewolf ambush in the mines, she mysteriously found the unenchanted, tarnished leathers the ghostly maiden had kept from Ksenia on the wolf's corpse.

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Ksenia's work with the Watchers was... passionate, but exceptionally chaotic. She currently holds the Sanctuary record for most suspensions, dismissals, and basic training course runs. She clawed her way up to the rank of sergeant nonetheless! This is a really cool faction, and it gave me the opportunity to constantly be involved in things and interacting with people without ever having to leave the shield.

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Ksenia's nearly senseless hate for Lower started very early in her career as a Watcher. At the time, the Pissrats had suddenly resurged in power and they were a near-constant threat in the Inbetween. Ksenia lead many, many patrols into the area. Some went better than others. On one in particular, Ksenia met a young girl named Samantha.

The quarantine of the withered was something of a learning experience for Ksenia -- she lost her mentor Jormund in the process, and she was forced to practically stand on her own against a horde of angry folks.

Ksenia never really asked questions. She always acted, and acted passionately, and never apologized for what she did, particularly towards the beginning of her career. She gradually became disciplined over time, but not without first getting kicked out of the Watchers once. ... or twice.

She ran off before she could be hauled to the stocks for her actions, but eventually came back to serve her time begrudgingly. She was ridiculed and indignant, but Rufus came to save her ass and give her an encouraging heart to heart.

More hate for Lower developed in Jayesh's rash betrayal to Sanctuary, and his giving Molly of the Beetle and the Baby the withering

Catching Lamirion Fireburn was a major victory, IC and OOC. It'd come along when both Ksenia and I had gotten a little bit lost in what to do after getting booted from the Watchers. It was also Ksenia's first PvP victory Lamirion was a former Hound that had survived the destruction of the mercenaries. A group had cornered him in the Crossroads, but he escaped while killing Gylin and Melanie. Ksenia chased him as far as the Badlands before subduing him.

Glory shot that happened on a pretty sick BOM quest that had one of the coolest bosses I've ever fought!

A murder mystery plot that Talir ran, in which Ksenia had an encounter with some deathly shadow beast that was conjured by a group of cultists that inhabited various Sanctuary institutions. The beast took over the body of one of the cultists and killed the others, one-by-one, murdering a person every day. In the final conflict with the creature, I did pretty well against that PhK.

Eventually (and with Abala's help), Ksenia was put back into the Watchers and her conflict with Thrar hit its climax. For the longest time since Narvis had gone into his self-imposed exile, Ksenia was trying to track down elves who were going into Lower, meeting up in a secret location, and worshiping a strange object. Ksenia labeled Thrar an outright traitor the further along in her investigation she went, until things came to a head and she beat him down in the Watch house.

About an hour afterwards, Thrar demanded to see one of Ksenia's superiors. So she went back into the Watch house and had a conversation with Troff about finding one...

 

Ksenia was always conflicting with some kind of shadowy creatures. In this case, she went into a shadowy city (THE SHADOW REALM??) to find Cassandra Heartlight and save all the children she had abducted.

Aracknar started as just some dude who had to pay a minor fine for lying about this or that. Things quickly escalated after he'd run away from Ksenia, tried to resist arrest, ran into Lower to get away from her, and then ganked Ksenia on her way back up to Sanctuary. Yeah, things escalated pretty quickly. This was also Ksenia's first interaction with Romel, who would become an influence on her at a later date.

One of Ksenia's major defining moments happened when Edwin Nibley (better known to Ksenia as NIBBLES) captured Melanie Coppertop and was holding her hostage in Lower. Ksenia, tired of hostage negotiations and exchanging money with criminals, mounted the raid on the Lower fortress that would lead to her capture and Nibbles' death. This was by far my favorite PvP experience I've had on EFU; it was impressive, exciting, and for a brief span of time, I felt like a gutsy god of subdual death despite ultimately getting knocked out.

Ksenia was given a choice between death or staying down in Lower with Ezekiel for a tenday. She made the obvious decision, though surprisingly Sanctuary responded to Ezekiel's ludicrous 5,000 gold bounty on Ksenia and an exchange was made. Still, Ksenia's interest in the Sojourners was piqued, enough so that she greatly considered making an effort to help them. Were it not for Abala intervening, Ksenia likely would have ultimately defected to Lower. A missed opportunity, for sure; that might have been an incredible arc in Ksenia's story.

Ksenia had several close run-ins with Marge after Nibbles' death, but she was never actually able to capture the woman. Still, each encounter was fun -- particularly the hostage situation with Abala, which was no doubt a terrifying experience for Ksenia!

Ksenia didn't get the chance to show it very often to people who weren't Abala, but she had a soft, fun-loving side that occasionally surfaced. She was by all standards a goofball whenever she had the chance to be!

"I shall watch this night, and who will join me?" is such a wildly inspiring catch phrase. I've always been baffled that nobody in the Watchers has ever made a more concerted effort to make use of it, because it's such an inspired thing to say and it's dripping with history. Ksenia took every opportunity she had to use it!

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No heroine who's worth her stuff doesn't have a collection of items and artifacts to help her along in the world!

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In the end, Ksenia overstayed her welcome and acted a bit too brashly to survive.

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In death, it was revealed to Ksenia that she was the princess of the moon. She would have to gather a retinue of like minded scouts to fight evil by moonlight when she wasn't winning Abala's love by daylight. She would, of course, never give up without a good fight. Ksenia eventually gathered up her allies. Starting from the rightmost and going clockwise, they are Mercury, Uranus, Neptune, Chibi, Jupiter, Mars, and Venus.

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Godsbedamned, that's what's what folks. By Selûne's silvery gaze, I'll see you abouts for the next one, yeah? Thanks again to everyone who helped contribute to the incredible experience I had with Ksenia!

[Pandip]

Additionally, here's my entry to AMB's competition. It deals chiefly with Ksenia's encounters with Ezekiel and the raid she led on Lower.

[hide=Reflection!]There was a time where a strong drink and a warm embrace was a good end to a proper celebration. But now? In the Underdark? It was just a sore way to soothe away the aches and pains of having to live in a dusty and dank cave while your home lay razed by alien creatures. Besides, the ale wasn’t really all too good. You could only drink apple wine so many times before you lost sight of the orchards it reminded you of and it all dissolved into forgotten memories. And, well, the worst of it was that the closest thing to a warm embrace that Ksenia had down here was her pillow. And her pillow wasn’t really warm.

She sat in her sergeant’s office lazily lounging in her chair. Her hands were clasped together, fingers interlocked in hopes that she could stop their incessant shaking. She’d just finished fighting for her life against a mess of Lowerfolk, some she recognized, others she’d never seen before, and this was the closest thing to silence she could find in Sanctuary. Away from the chatter; away from the eyes. Away from anyone who could see the way her hands shook despite her best efforts to keep them still.

It was a haze in her mind. Short images, brief paintings splattered onto a canvas in a hurry. Black tentacles broke through the cobblestone floor. She saw Ezekiel, and in him a threat. Her shield met his back. They tumbled to the floor. The pommel of her rapier took to his skull. He bled and stopped moving. From there, the other opponents fell quickly. Half-orc to human to friend to foe to Ascensionists. Eventually, the troglodyte. After all of them fell, there was Ashela and there was instinct. Beautiful excitement, a flurry of arms and feet. It was a dance – a cacophonous motion of blades, no less an art than the slow, deliberate concerto of a long hunt across the countryside for a murderous lycanthrope.

The duel was over as soon as it had started. A brief love affair of wordless adrenaline between strangers. Ksenia was on her back, stared to the ceiling, blade to her neck to remind her of defeat. In this moment, she was still. She saw stars; Selûne’s silvery gaze beckoning her forward into the afterlife with an approving smile.

In this moment, Ksenia did not shake.

You see, she found a certain comfort in death. She was terrified of dying, as any sane person should be, but when one lives in an underground hellscape in a world in ruin, death is a distant mystery of hope and wonderment. A starlit path of potential. In death, there was stillness.

But this was not her death; her story was long from over, it seemed.

This was not her first defeat, though. It was another tacked onto a long line of dilapidation and loss, dotted with a few speckles of victory. But the start of that line was beginning to get hard to see. Blurred and faded by the maturity forced upon Ksenia by recent events. That girl who had abandoned her companions on the surface for concern of her father when the Dread came felt foreign. Ksenia was not a nonsense girl who would go running to her father in such a dangerous time. She would not abandon her longtime friends for a distant hope. She knew that her father would’ve been dead. She knew there was safety in numbers. She knew that with these Selûnite hunters, these companions and friends for the past several years, she would have her best chance for survival. And yet she left. This girl left, and in the place of a father to protect, she found her home ransacked and a priestess of Selûne nailed to a stake in the crops like some gruesome scarecrow.

“People are stupid young,” Ksenia mused aloud in the present. William Gladman turned her a glare, his prayers interrupted, and she felt obligated to offer him an apologetic shrug.

Ksenia looked to her glass. Empty. At this point, she was lulling through a pleasant buzz, but the tremors still plagued her hands. She reached for the bottle of apple wine and shakily poured a glass, spilling some of Smeeds’ ridiculously expensive brew onto the wood desk. She ignored the splatter, and took to another swallow before resting back against her chair.

Even the person that met the wonderment of Sanctuary for the first time seemed like a young girl to Ksenia now. Bright-eyed and excited, eager to meet anyone she could shake hands with. She’d thought she was somehow safe back then—that she could take up an idyllic life in the Watch, keeping an eye on folks and helping keep them safe from whatever minor troubles they might’ve been plagued with in such a safe haven. Jormund told her she was naïve when he recruited her, but she was too thrilled by the allure of safety to realize how right he was. Then there were necromancers and Pissrats and Hounds and Targans and wereboars and more. Sanctuary had turned out to be as much an illusion as the spell that kept it safe from peering eyes. There was actual work to do. She wouldn’t be able to lackadaisically drift through life down here on hopes and ideals alone.

Another swallow. The apple was taking to the forefront of her taste buds, tickling her tongue with its sour. This was the best part of her drunken stupors nowadays; when the taste of alcohol disappeared, Ksenia could close her eyes and barely—just barely—imagine taking a jaunt through an orchard under the night sky. Gods, when did she start drinking like this?

Her mind wandered to the ghostly maiden, who was probably the worst of all the trials she’d faced. If anything forced her to grow up quickly, it must’ve been that guardian. Her staunch expectations. Her rigid demands. Her lust for the destruction of evil folk, demanding it from Ksenia as if she were some paladinic devout whose blood spilling of anything impure might make the world a better place. That Selûnite guardian made Ksenia hungry. It drove her towards a deadly thirst for a victory over folks like Lupin and the Targans. It forced her into a battle with a wereboar that resulted in the loss of her Grace—the one sign from Selûne that Ksenia might have been doing something right, something proper and true and goodly that the Moonmaiden’s silvery gaze couldn’t help but spot so deep underground.

She hated that ghost. Perhaps her expectations were reasonable in a different age—a much simpler age. But Ksenia was not the woman whose remains that maiden protected. She didn’t have time for petty headbutting with folks that could help Ksenia achieve what needed to be done. Ksenia fancied that she had turned into a rebel of sorts in this manner, an outspoken woman hellbent on doing what was necessary and right.

That maiden who demanded so much from her; Ksenia’s superiors who looked at her bluster so scornfully—Jormund and Thrar and Flint and everyone else that glared at her as if she were a child. Why should she care what they think? Why should their opinions matter? That was it, perhaps—that was what must’ve made Ksenia so bitter and cynical and godsbedamned hardened over these past months. She’d realized that it didn’t matter what these folks thought of her. Their judgment was irrelevant. Ksenia knew what she had to do, she had begun to find her purpose as time went on. From meek follower to uncompromising leader. And damn anyone who thought she was wrong.

Abala supported Ksenia. Rufus had supported her, too.  They both knew what she was capable of. They both saw her potential. They knew she just needed to prove herself. They knew she just needed the right opportunity, the right chance; a proper perspective on things. And prove herself she did.

Ksenia slammed a reaffirming fist on the desk in agreement with her silent thoughts. She couldn’t find the inhibition to hold back her grin when Gladman gave her another dirty look.

But then there was Ezekiel. Smooth, confident, mysterious. She’d been captured twice now, and twice had the Sojourner stepped in to relieve her of a miserable death in return for a conversation and a favor. His demand was so simple, so easy. Come and live with us for a tenday. See what we see. View the world from our perspective. Open your mind. Was it deception? A clever ruse to make Sanctuary lose trust in Ksenia? She couldn’t tell. It didn’t seem like it. She felt like she’d gained a sight for these things; the liars and the deceivers. She wasn’t so keen to believe his words, but the more she heard, the more they made sense. Why the Great Games? Was the Spellguard’s grip too powerful, too demanding, too firm? What did they really desire? Did they truly have any intention of returning to the surface?

Ezekiel, he made Ksenia realize something in those brief hours of humility while captured. Ksenia was not going back to Daggerford. This dream of conquering the surface and taking up her father’s farm and bringing light back to the world was so farfetched, so idyllic, so disgustingly like that little helpless girl Ksenia remembered first entering Sanctuary.

Terror is an incredible teacher. More than anything in her captivity under Ezekiel, Ksenia remembered Abala announcing the gas. That if Ksenia wasn’t returned, Lower would be struck by another bout of the stuff. And Ksenia panicked. Ksenia and her captors were out in the open at that moment. Would they find safety in time? Why were they dawdling? Godsbedamned, she didn’t want to get caught in the stuff. She’d heard stories about what happened last time. About men and women and children tearing each other apart like wild animals, driven into a frenzy. She’d thought little of it when she'd first heard the rumors, but gods did the thought of that horror terrify her when it was such a soon to be realized threat.

Surely, a fate like that was worse than death?

The gas. It was what made Ksenia shake so often now. She’d never had such vivid nightmares as these ones in recent nights, where she is stuck in Lower and the gas pours out onto her and her companions. Where she turns Abala’s face into a bloody mass of ruined flesh while under the influence of the stuff. Where she becomes no better than a Pissrat, killing an innocent girl, mauling the poor, precious thing to death. Every night, she prayed to be spared from these nightmares. Begged it from anyone who could listen to her words.

And as Ksenia laid her head on her desk, she couldn’t help but think whether or not Lower harbored the monsters that plagued mortalkind’s survival, or if the genuine threat lay closer than she originally imagined.
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[MaimedGod]

What an awesome PC. I'll miss her!

[Abandoned-1]

I think the best part of your gallery was your office... because obviously they had to change it after I started shouting about how it was shaped like a penis.

[TheShadow]

I'll miss her, my only regret was that It didn't go better :s Looking forward to meeting with your next!

[The Old Hack]

Ksenia was awesome. Chimaera had some rocky going with her after Hammer 23rd but eventually got past it. We never really got close but I liked the character even during the period Kim hated Ksenia -- brash and impulsive maybe, but there was something sincere about that that I really loved. :)

[Gentlemen of the Empire]

Ksenia and Tacitus were never quite going to see eye to eye, which made interacting with her fantastic. Unfortunately, we didn't get too many opportunities to interact, but her presence in the Watchers was always felt.

[granny]

... oooh these sweet sweet plans.
I loved to beat her with that wereboar and to get to interact with her as Kiskit, scheming, scheming and scheming against her. <3

[Vlaid]

A really well characterized and interesting PC in Sanctuary. Well done and great screenshots.

[Talir]

A very strongly personalized character who was not afraid of making mistakes or going against superior's wishes -- several times. Yet one of the better watcher officers we have had. Many kudos!

Rock up another part of the server next! :)

[morva]

Well done!

[AllMYBudgies]

On behalf of the moon, she righted wrongs and triumphed over evil.

[Tala]

Ksenia is the perfect example to PCs I was sad to miss while in Lower. I really enjoyed watching her through the forum, but this obit shows that I missed so much awesomeness. I'm sad we didn't get to clash, but that's EFU.

Great Obit and really cool story. Especially loved the Ksenia/Abala interactions here.

[xXCrystal_Rose]

Ksenia went down fighting at least! She was the best Watcher I know of. Always active and dedicated to her work and not afraid to crack some skulls when things look difficult. Big shoes to fill.

[tinfoilhat]

Great PC. The sudden nature of EFU makes me regret not getting more interactions in with Ksenia, as our last meeting with Abala was pretty great and I wish I took screenshots of the end.

Really liked the short story, too.