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Vellka Drom

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Unquiet Witness

Vellka Drom

0·Female·Medium
Neutral, with a strong instinct toward exposing betrayal

Species

Human

Appearance

A narrow, water-swollen corpse that should be incapable of standing, yet rises whenever someone speaks the name Gargas. Its flesh has the gray translucence of candle wax left in rain, with grains of black sand embedded beneath the skin. The body moves in sudden, economical jerks, as if pulled by invisible fishing line, but its hands are remarkably gentle when pointing toward a clue. A strip of red ritual cord is knotted through the left wrist. The contradictory impression is that of something ruined beyond recognition carrying itself with the patient dignity of a tired village schoolteacher.

Height5 feet 4 inches
BuildUnderfed and rope-thin, with elongated limbs made more noticeable by the body's unnatural stiffness
EyesClouded pearl-gray, with pinpricks of green light when answering a question
HairDull brown, plastered to the scalp in wet ropes with strands of pale green algae
SkinGray-white and waterlogged, with blue veins visible beneath the surface and black sand lodged in the creases of the hands

A wet whisper with long pauses, as though each sentence must rise through water. Certain words arrive in another person's voice, usually the voice of the last victim Vellka remembers.”

Ability Scores

STR
8-1
DEX
14+2
CON
12+1
INT
6-2
WIS
12+1
CHA
6-2

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilNeutral, with a strong instinct toward exposing betrayal

Distinguishing Features

A silver tooth that clicks softly when Artigrom Hookabee is nearby or mentioned.

Black sand beneath the skin of the palms and eyelids.

A red cord threaded through the left wrist.

A child's blue scarf wrapped around one ankle.

The corpse leaves damp footprints even on dry stone.

Voice

A drowned whisper that occasionally fractures into the voice of someone else. When saying 'Port Joli,' the voice becomes clear, warm, and almost alive.

Clothing

A sodden fisher's smock beneath a torn brown wool coat, both stiff with salt and grave mud. One boot remains tied, while the other is wrapped in a child's blue scarf.

Body Language

Vellka stands with the shoulders tilted forward and the head slightly canted, as though listening through deep water. Its fingers tap once for yes, twice for no, and scrape a slow circle into nearby dirt when recalling something painful.

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