Madame Roget/tsw

Real Name Unknown
Location
Region:	Solomon Island
Zone:	Kingsmouth
Location:	Raven's Knock
Coords:	(288,335)
Background Information
Alias:	Madame Rogêt
Species:	Human
Nationality:	American
Occupation:	Fortune Teller
NPC Information
NPC Type:	Mission
Voiced by:	Leigh Allen Baker

Madame Rogêt is a psychic at Raven's Knock in Kingsmouth who sells occultist items and tells peoples' fortunes. It was mentioned on a laptop data file in Blue Mountain that she may be involved in prostitution with some visiting military personnel.

Missions

Initiated

• The Raven (Requires: Level 9)
• The Vision (Requires: Level 10, completion of The Raven)
• The Meowling (Seasonal)
• Crossing the Black Path (Requires: The Meowling) (Seasonal)
• The Cat God (Requires: Crossing the Black Path) (Seasonal)

Involved

• The Occultist's Cookbook

Dialogue

Yourself

You might’ve heard some rumours. About me. It’s not true. Not all of it. I mean, sure, before all this happened, I was a, um…I was an active young woman. You know, I liked to play. But that doesn’t give anybody the right to badmouth me! Ack, small towns are all the same, filled with small-minded and petty people. So if a married man breaks his vows, I’m to blame, right? Yeah. Stands to reason he was bewitched and seduced, through no fault of his own. Drum up the auto de fé. Burn the witch at the stake. I find it amusing when they talk about me behind my back. More often than not my most vocal detractors have been among my most frequent visitors. Jealousy and guilt are two very powerful incentives to exaggerating someone’s promiscuity.

The fog

I suppose I got lucky when the fog came. I was um… tied up in here, heh. I had this uncontrollable urge to walk into the sea, let the waters swallow me, but I was unable to due to, you know, eh, plush handcuffs. The mayor wasn’t as fortunate, but I suppose I can thank his fetishes for saving my life. In the commotion, he ran out of here. In his boxers. With the key to the handcuffs. Which probably means he’s walking around out there somewhere. In his boxers. With the keys to the handcuffs. I contemplated biting my own hands off, but then Andy found me. Buck naked. Me, not him, heh. He turned red as a tomato, sweet kid. He-he. But I didn’t want to join the others at the station. I’ve had enough of the judgmental looks and the whispering. I’ll fend for myself, thanks very much.

Kingsmouth Town

I’m not from Kingsmouth. I moved here about ten years ago. In retrospect, perhaps not the best decision I’ve ever made. First my husband left me, then I lost my house, my savings… Running away seemed like the best answer at the time. I moved around for a few years. I didn’t have any applicable skills, no education. My options were limited. Hello Kingsmouth. Yay. This town seemed as good a place as any to settle. Plenty of people in need of assurance, so I figured I’d give this fortune telling business a go. And here I am. Surrounded by the living dead…in more ways than one.

Halloween

Some nights exist out of time. They're not part of one season or the next. Don't belong to the living or the dead. Boundaries collapse. Mortals meet with gods, demons, ghosts. All that crap. Sacrifice, purging, divination, summoning... There are certain kinds of crazy you can't get away with on "normal" nights. Example. Apparently, it's the one night a year mortals can, uh, make love with supernatural creatures. I know, fingers crossed, right? No, but seriously, if you know any single fauns... I'm obviously kidding. I mean, they don't HAVE to be single.

Trivia

• Madame Rogêt gave the voice over for the GDC 2010 trailer, where she told a fortune (presumably the player's).