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Madame Rogêt

Posted by Vikestart on July 25, 2014
Last updated by Vikestart on September 13, 2014



Raven's Knock (290,335)









Known Associates

Helen Bannerman

Offered Missions

Type The Raven

Type The Vision


Madame Rogêt is a psychic at Raven's Knock in Kingsmouth who sells occultist items and tells peoples' fortunes. She seems to have a strong affection for cats. Her shady past seems to possibly involve prostituion, which appears to be a hot topic in the town. Because of this, she did not want to join the others over at the Sheriff's Office.


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.


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.

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  • Elil Latimer

    The reason Madame Rogêt isn’t welcome at the Sheriff’s Office is because she has had an affair with Dr Bannerman (which is in both the dialogue above, and Dr Bannerman’s case files on the computer found when doing Dawning of an Endless Night).