Warning: This site is a character/player's perspective on the campaign Eternal Lies and contains SPOILERS.
Wilma Jane Miller Foster
goes (these days) by “Jane Miller”
Foster was the surname of her 2nd husband, killed in 1931
by a Crotalus (tropical rattlesnake) while the pair were photographing and surveying the Pyramid of the Magician in Uxmal (the Yucatan region).
They had only been in Mexico for a month when the tragedy occurred, and Jane returned to Boston.
Her father is a professor at Miskatonic University,
of archaeology, where she has followed his research. Andrew Miller has been confined to a wheelchair since Jane turned 10, and so she undertook to be his eyes and ears in the field.
Her first marriage – to a school colleague, one Richard Andrew Scott - also ended in tragedy, while the couple cruised the Nile on their honeymoon.
Richard was nabbed by a crocodile, camouflaged in the brush.
Jane was among those to shoot the croc, but not before the damage proved fatal.
She vowed that day to get better at defending herself and those she loved. Within a year she was an excellent marksman, and continues to hone her skills, some would say relentlessly.
1932 was a dark year, however, having lost the love of her life in – what she describes as – a “preventable incident”. She spent much of that year away from Boston, where she won’t say, studying both armed and unarmed combat.
Since returning, she also wears the tooth of a crocodile around her neck, and a bracelet made of snakeskin leather.
She returned, however, much at peace, and comfortable once more among family and friends. Having inherited some money from both her marriages, Jane can afford a living, including travel and adventure. This was Richard’s legacy to her, and what the couple always dreamed of. She rarely speaks the name of her second husband, or merely refers to him as Foster.
Jane attended Miskatonic U, and has seen enough of the unexplained to be a believer.
She has travelled far and wide, on trips for her father and during her school years, but has never tarried long in one location. Her father is by far the superior scholar, and she has little patience for intense study. Jane prefers to observe and record, and leave the scrutiny to others. She also believes that with enough travel, and daring, one can find the missing pieces to explain so much of the unexplained. Or, if not explain it, at least prepare one to face what’s coming.
She does, however, enjoy a good yarn
from her father when he’s finally translated some ancient funerary script (she finds them often quite touching) or cracked the code of a centuries old riddle – often text from a stone she’s photographed, or rubbed with wax paper. Jane harbors great respect both for the knowledge we can glean from our ancestry, and the protection of these artifacts and monuments.
Her most recent assignment from Andrew, was to survey the Maltese hypogeum (stone circles and burial grounds). But also to fetch a book from an old library in Valetta, some title she couldn’t even pronounce as it wasn’t amongst the languages she has studied.
