It was only after the last muted rays of light slipped quietly below the horizon that Calo Digerian, Stormpoint's High Justice, entered the hearing chamber to which you had been escorted. He was a tall, dark-haired man of indeterminate age with the build of a warrior. A subtle point to his ears betrayed a potentially elven heritage, and a nigh unnatural pallor to his skin suggested a second kindred of more immediate concern. Whatever his history, he listened keenly, attentively as one of the rangers who flanked you gave the report of your capture with practiced efficiency. His eyes, however, rested not upon the speaker, but fell instead upon you. His gaze was deep and penetrating, but the expression remained steady, revealing no insight into the thoughts that lay behind his strangely golden eyes.

When the ranger finished his account, you were given an opportunity to speak. Seizing quickly upon it, you pleaded your innocence, explaining that you had just arrived in the city and were only seeking to aid a stranger who appeared to be at the mercy of brigands. You finished your explanation with a sincere apology and a silent prayer that the man seated before you would see the truth of your words.

In the wake of your conclusion, the High Justice remained silent, weighing your version of events against that of the rangers. As the silence grew longer and the man's gaze more intense, you began to worry and struggled hard to keep from running your tongue your now dry lips. Surely, he had to see the truth, you thought, surely he . . . .

"His words and voice carry a measure of sincerity," the High Justice began, his tempered voice mercifully breaking the silence. "Still," he continued, "with charges such as this, we can't afford to take chances. Take him to a holding cell and see what you can discover about his story."

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"A Dark Knight" 1999
Rumor and innuendo surround the man in charge of administering Stormpoint's laws. Some say he is a wizard, perhaps a warrior, or even something darker. Only the Lady Juleana and those closest to him really know how he struggles to cling to his humanity and fight the vampiric blood within him. His "Rangers" prowl the city streets with Lord Ogrek's watch, executing judgments, conducting investigations, and performing other, more secretive, missions.

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"Lotus Wood" 2001

Not much is known of Chelsea Pendragon. No one can seem to pinpoint just when she arrived in Stormpoint. Rumors surround her mysterious appearance and her choice of residence. Many have assumed she is the new mistress of Lord Calo, others aren't quite sure what to think of her. Truth being told, it is of no concern to them. There are a few who know the nature of the relationship between she and Lord Calo, but they do not speak of it.
Chelsea is a striking woman, six-feet tall, slender, with an athletic frame. Her features remind you of several races, but to decide upon one would be difficult. Her hair seems bewitched, you can never really be sure if it is blonde, white, silver or all three. Her emerald green eyes are mystifying; as if you were to look too long you’d be captured in a trance you would find hard to break.

All that is known of Chelsea is that it is difficult to discern what goes on behind those green eyes of hers. Her true purposes here in Stormpoint still remains to be seen, however, do not rush to judgment. In good time, all should be revealed.

"Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst cause, But since I am a dog beware my fangs"

The Merchant of Venice, Act 3 Scene 3 -- William Shakespeare

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"Guinevere II" 1993

Juleana is 5'7" and only 25 years of age. She has long straight, light brown hair usually worn piled high on her head. She has clear blue eyes and is very thin and pale for a mortal. She has angular features with a straight nose.

Her fingers are long, as is her neck which is adorned with a collar formed by three onyx rings meeting in the center with a moonstone.

Her clothes are black, a short black bolero jacket unbuttoned to the navel and nothing beneath. She also wears a short, tight black leather skirt and thigh high stilletto boots. Wide silver cuffs adorn each wrist.

To look at her, she appears afraid and wary, like a deer caught in a bright light.

Following the High Justice's commands, the rangers saluted
their leader before escorting you to a holding cell.

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