Player: Kat Prime
Species: Orc
Class: Fighter (Champion)
Background: Guard
Origins
Sandy served as a guard for a very powerful noble family. She walked away from the post when they wanted her to do something unsavoury — the kind of order that ends with an innocent person dead.
She has an estranged sister, also a guard and a fighter, and by every account a total dick. If Sandy is the bad cop, her sister is the worse one.
Rumours
- Her sister may have taken Sandy’s old post. Word is she’s now competing in champion sword events and killing people at the family’s request.
- Her sister may be undead. Stories say she’s a zombie — or a science experiment gone wrong. Soul or no soul, she still appears to be a dick.
The Fallen Star
Session 1: The Baronet’s Commission
Sandy’s summons was not like the others. It said only I know where she is. Come visit me, in the hand of the Baronet Sorrel, the employer she had walked out on. She rode the lift down from the sky-dock and later backed the goblin hustler down by using the Baronet’s name. In the Baronet’s study she met him again (“I wish I could say the same”), along with a thirteen-year-old “heir” she had never seen before and his bodyguard, Greta. Sandy tripped Greta, saw yellow slit-pupilled eyes behind her visor, and recognised her chemical smell from somewhere. As the party left, the Baronet quietly offered her a different payment: instead of a piece from his collection, his promise to leave alone the girl Sandy had carried out of his house. Sandy sent a message to the girl she had once rescued, now living with her uncle, and got a cheerful reply: everything was fine, and it was her birthday in two days. In the alley ambush she took a berserker’s head off with her backswing, broke free of a blood-priest’s hold, and finished the fight cutting into the dark, where the dying orc priest called her a dishonourable fiend.
Session 2: Three to the Dawn
In Bitter End, Sandy kept the warehouse guard talking while Varys broke in, and learned more than she had bargained for. A woman as tall as Sandy had come through a month earlier: loud, drunk, the winner of every arm-wrestle in town, and then she had gone into the Bitter Market. Sandy said that might have been her sister, and that they weren’t friends. To keep the guard busy she challenged him to an arm-wrestle of her own and lost, narrowly. “Too bad you aren’t as strong as your sister.” (There was dust in her eye, and she hadn’t stretched after six hours in an airship seat.) On the march she rode with the camels. In the valley she found, lying in the sand among other lost things, a little toy horse that her sister had stolen and broken when they were children, whole and new, as if it had been waiting for her. On the salt flat she sang the miserable camp into better spirits.
Attendance Log
- Session 1 Recap - The Baronet’s Commission 2026-09-30
- Session 2 Recap - Three to the Dawn 2026-10-07