<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/Geisha.jpg)</div><br/>Fluttering Starfall: The Timid Performer (Eclipse)<br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DCOMuVPGTRGQ9br2UpEIrJIFQ8HG5y6xoO_zOogSBLs/edit<br/><br/>Back Story: Fluttering Starfall was an orphan raised by a Guild caravan.  She was treated just slightly better than a slave, and only that because she possessed a natural talent as a storyteller and performer.  She was used to weave stories and make performances that would bring locals to the caravan, where they would then buy everything from pots and shirts to drugs.  Since they kept her education level low she never really knew what exactly she was helping the guild do, getting people addict to there wares so the would keep coming back for more.<br/><br/>As she grew up and became less naive, the day came when she recognized a once vital and lively town where she'd told stories two years before.   Where there had been a colorful community full of laughter and song, people were pale, hungry and desperate, bodies dirty and clothes tattered.  They didn't trade for soap or cloth or food, but rather offered up all these and more for opium and bright morning.<br/><br/>Angry passions rose in Starfall and she performed again.  The power of the Sun infused her words, inflamed her convictions.  The people heard her.  They cast off the shackles of addiction, took back their food and silver and cloth, and drove the caravan from the town.<br/><br/>Having never known any other home, Starfall went with them.<br/><br/>Caravan Master Dahlt had her clothed in fine silks and brought her to his wagon,where he honored her with a fine meal and named her Chosen of the Sun.  He waved away any mention of her speech as unimportant.  He promised her shelter from the Realm, and to hide her while the glowing faded.  She spent the next few days living in the same luxury as the lords of the guild.<br/><br/>Then, after dinner, she sank into a deep sleep...<br/>