Goddess Of Trickery - Lotte

[Medium Sized Model - 25mm Base]

[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm & 75mm Scale]

An unusual woman who claims to the Himlingr’s to be a lost sister of theirs, though none have memory of her presence in their childhood, and without their father or mother present to verify her claims, she persists to insert herself in their affairs. Despite her unusual claim, Lotte displays an extraordinary ability to tilt any odds, and deceit even the Himlingr sisters with her powers. For in truth, Lotte is an aspect of Markamin, the Tharameni of Chaos, Luck and Change, who wishes to observe and toy with the pretend-divine.

Lotte appeared as if from nowhere. She came to the Himlingr sisters with a smile too warm, a story too precise, and a claim too bold to ignore. She was their sister, she said, lost to memory, hidden by chance or cruelty, and only now returned to them. Yet none remembered her. No lullabies, no shared winters, no trace of her in the long stories told by their father or mother. Still, she persisted. She followed them, inserted herself into their affairs, and in time her presence began to feel less like intrusion and more like inevitability.

The unease she sowed was not in her words but in her skill. Time and again, she tilted the odds in her favor, whether by chance, wit, or something beyond either. Dice rolled kindly in her hands. Secrets slipped freely from guarded tongues. Even the Himlingr themselves, proud and shrewd as they were, found themselves misled by her deceit. In the wake of her schemes, Lotte would laugh, soft and playful, as though it were all nothing more than a harmless game.

But the truth was far stranger. For Lotte was no sister at all, nor even mortal in the truest sense. She was an aspect of Markamin, the Tharameni of Chaos, Luck, and Change. Sent, perhaps, or simply drawn to the theatre of Nordheim, she came not to join the Himlingr but to toy with them. To watch. To turn the board, scatter the pieces, and see what new shapes might form when mortals and pretend-divine were pressed against each other. In her presence, it is hard to tell whether fortune favors or curses. A stumble might save one from an arrow, or doom another to fall on their own blade. To some, she is a blessing in disguise. To others, she is the whisper of ruin on their shoulder. Yet all agree on one truth. Wherever Lotte walks, the world bends, and no certainty holds for long.