Escapades of Demi God, a Gypsy and Rogue:

 As we traverse through this world, planes and different times we have many a friend - - feathered, furred or celestial or human .   Here is our growing list:  Fia: Celestial White Raven , Companion to Sable.  "Favorite Thief" to McMillan.  Jarrod:  Keeper of McMillan's farm.  Loyal.  Hazel eyes, freckles, reddish brown hair.  Lanky strong build .. Drunkard but only when chores are done to the point that he gets the watered down brew. MAC:    Marvelous Autonomic Canine. Companion to McMillan, smart, intuitive understands way more words than the your average dog.  Life extended by McMillan's tinkering and mix of automaton, mysticism and biology. Reign:   McMillan's horse.  Wise, intuition much like MAC  while McMillan has been alone that which reminds her of her humanity. Sally: Keeper of the Waystation for Travellers.  Both Human in time and for those from "other".  A mix of friend and fire....

My name is Maria Doe Stewart. I'm a relatively young Romany Gypsy woman with an old soul. My soul is imprinted with the history of my tribe from the Punjab region of northern India, even prior to the great migration to continental Europe and then England in 1515 . Even in India our people were nomadic safely moving to keep bad spirits from finding us. As a child and young adult, always my nomadic way of life propelled me primarily throughout the regions of the Victorian Era England. I have olive skin, thick dark hair, and eyes so dark they are almost black. My first words were, of course, spoken in Romanes known only to our people. We speak with no written language, all the better to keep our secrets. I know how to cast spells by dancing and singing (or chanting). I prefer to dance by moonlight for the most effective results. Give me music and my body instinctively moves. My special connection to the moon and the associated water (which is controlled by the moon's effect on ...

Laine MacMillan:   We exited the portal into the dusty space that was the walk up to the wrap around front porch of the brick three story farm house...Whitewashed beams, three steps up to the decking.  Rocking chairs gently swayed.  Chickens ran around pecking...a yellow tabby farm cat stretches out on the front porch... Willows and Oaks are tall and stretch their branches out .. strong...holding the history of the land...Shelter to the animals that chattered down at their enemy that just did a deceivable lazy stretch on the porch.   The herb garden on the South side is bustling with butterflies , hummingbirds...The essence of lavender, rosemary, thyme, oregano, basil, lemon balm fill the air. The hemp plot is growing high. Hops are climbing their trellis.  A lilac row grows to the West. And, a boxed row of brambles thorns is all tied but in open thorn rebellion...flowers to give fruit for jams and brandies come summer. Wild rose bu...

Mistress Sable Boone Griffin.  A Demi Goddess born of Hecate and a Warrior king. She was abandoned when her father died. She is a trained assassin and has many skills. She is a practitioner of the Metaphysical and paranormal arts.  She is imbued with the powers of the Gods and glows with a fire when in battle. Sable has a timelessness about her as she doesn’t age any longer. Her companion, Fia, a white Raven does not age either as the Raven was a gift from her mother when she was a child.  Even though her mother doesn’t interact with Sable she sends her things and blesses her often. Sable is lovely and often wears the most modern fashion unless she is in her assassins gear. But most don’t have the pleasure of seeing that gear. If they do then they are dead just a second later.  Sable has found a friend in Laine and Maria and is feeling lighter and freer to be herself. She often hides or holds back as most can’t handle the Goddess part of her and seem to feel intimida...

Circles of Time: I look to Sable.. "let's travel a bit then camp. I am not ready to go back to halls and People. " it's a gorgeous moon lit night silvery light weaving between the trees. It's light conversation between us.. I am back in my head.. when did I kill those who branded me.. What path do I walk now. While I enjoy the hunt.. I feel the torment of those dispatched. If I can not remember events and I do happily indulge in the sanguine nature of the bounty..how close am I to being like the monsters and ghouls we chase. It is also nice while in the quiet if each others company to break some of the norms. It's why I picked the west..untamed.. but also islands of etiquette and civilization. This brought me freedom and balance. Structure and rebellion. So to get a bit of the same dynamic here in the heart of the empire was freeing. Sable perks up..and burst with. "I KNOW WHERE TO Camp on a night like this.." I see the mischievous look.. I swear she...

  McMillan's Saga: The comments and stories here after in this thread a spread throughout S.T.E.A.M's adventures and maybe independent of as McMillan is a enigma of sorts but also may be a sideline or an event in parallel. Like many adventures and teams: There is a common thread that pulls her back to her compatriots and also that which pulls her to tend to matters that need attention. And sometimes just sometimes Laine will find herself in usual situations just by her new found friendships. We pick up with McMillan after she has learned about the true power behind her brand. Iron Forged by the Gods, Celestial fire used for heat.. These things left the Mark of the Gods upon her and in her. Her shot is true, reflexes quick. A bit of metal work herself, tinker and chemist all from arcane knowledge that flows through her, makes her a master a weapons, ammo, and locks and traps. Aging disrupted by time and power .. a women caught between here and there looking upon her 4...