Devils in the White City
Ariadne Sophia Cleopatra Danai (Helen Lord)
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Adrienne died of cardiac arrest as result of extensive burn wounds she suffered from the demonic vampire, Murmur.
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Demigoddess or vessel, possibly. Rhydian’s ex-girlfriend, recently (as far as he knows) infused with some special powers. Some sort of possession thing, maybe? Hard to say. There was a noticeable weirdness around her in the Shadowlands that Rhydian’s definitely sure he’d have noticed before.
She was at least semi-aware of her abilities; told May she sensed things about people, and died trying to do some ritual to heal her burns. She wrote symbols on May’s bandage, did some prayers or something, glowed, then kicked the bucket. It felt like she was trying to heal her and it just burned her out, she was already weak. May was not a willing participant in this, for the record, and she feels tremendously guilty about the whole thing.
Rhydian can contact her if we need her, and it would be helpful, maybe, to do so in the near future.
PS: KELLY WANTS TO PUT HIS PENIS WHERE RHYDIAN DID
PPS: No deep end of the pool
The woman known by the honorific ‘Ariadne’ was born on the banks of the Hebrus river in Thrace to a simple fisherman, roughly three hundred years before the birth of Jesus of Nazareth. She cannot remember her first of many names, the original one given by her father or the precise date of her birth, nor is she clear on the exact ‘age’ of her body. The fates saw her abducted before puberty, in a barbarian raid and sold into slavery where she was ultimately conducted across the sea to Alexandria. Years later, her strange beauty and unnatural height set her apart, and she was brought before Ptolemy II as one of his concubines. At court, she caught the attention of ███████ who was acting there as a royal soothsayer. As Ariadne reached about 25 years, █████ chased ███████ from Egypt. However, before fleeing, ███████ stole Ariadne from the king’s court and the two fled to an island in the Mediterranean where Ariadne was ritually killed, embalmed, and preserved until the end of time to join ███████ as an eternal consort. Heading east, the pair spent centuries wandering the holy land, eventually being driven south, into Arabia, by the tumult caused by the nascent cult of Christianity.
In the 5th Century C.E., Ariadne returned from the silk road, leaving the Southern Dynasties of Cathay and Persia behind her in time to witness the western half of the divided Roman Empire collapse. Through incarnations as a sorceress, prostitute, Byzantine queen, hermit, lapidary, assassin, impostor ██████████████, and more, she traveled west gradually—over many hundreds of years—from Anatolia through modern day Croatia, Germany, and Gaul to the Angel Isle. It was amidst the great edifice of Stonehenge, on the winter solstice in 1000 A.D., when she met a humble Cornish priest named Rhydian Maeloc who was there to convert the pagans gathered at the monument. Ariadne was so impressed by the many trials she put him through, appearing first as the Virgin Mary, that she later shared the great secret shown to her by ███████ with him. Ariadne and her ‘Prodigal’ son have not since been apart for longer than three lifetimes, when the ‘discovery’ of the New World put the Atlantic between them for over a century.
2,300 years of life have made this fisherman’s daughter into a philosophically stoic, profoundly feminist, capricious, anti-Semite who views the circumstances of the recent millennium with grim resignation. She is entirely convinced the whole of creation is crumbling and she is witnessing the last days of the Children of Seth; that contemporary prognosticators may forecast their own demise and give it the name ‘Global Warming’ in no way shows her that the whimpering away of civilization can be averted. This is the final age of men, and she will wander the proceeding ruination until the gods see fit to revoke her claim upon life everlasting.