Born in the snowy and pine covered mountain village of Dunenmer Hollow, Nariah was the daughter of Harken Stormblade, a former adventurer and the village's most esteemed blacksmith. She was a peculiar young lass. Her father would astound and amaze her greatly with tales of his many travels and endeavors, how he fought fearsome beasts and traversed vast and magical realms in his early days. So enthralled was the girl by the yearning for adventure, she would spend her many hours in the surrounding forests, swinging about a stick to the trees as if they were also terrifying monsters being slain by her sharp and powerful blade. Harken was amused by it, but he also saw that very spark in his daughter's eye that he once held, though he was fearful to let his only flesh and blood venture from the village. Nevertheless, he taught Nariah over the years all that he knew of being an adventurer, how to fight and defend herself should the need arise, and when it was best to retreat from battle. Nariah soon became a competent swordswoman under her father's guidance, and not to mention a proficient blacksmith herself, but still the man was afraid to let his daughter go. No matter how much Nariah persisted incessantly on her father letting her leave the village, Harken always gave her the same lecture, Ye are my only kin, and I am not going to let ye run off into danger, Nariah. Ye still have much to learn before I ever let ye venture from Dunenmer alone. The world is a far more sinister place, daughter. Having just a sword alone will not protect you.” It was difficult for Nariah to grasp what her father meant, blame it on her whimsical mind, yet she understood one thing….her father still saw her as a young girl. But dammit, she could fight. She knew the way of the sword and the shield, but her father was just too damn stubborn to let her go. Sooner or later, the old man would have to. How else would Nariah learn to grow? Soon came the day a dreadful earthquake, with such rancorous horror, rattled violently the grounds about the quaint hollow and destroyed many homes. Blessed Tha'agorn no lives were lost in the chaos, but it was certain this was no ordinary tremor, neither was it the hammer of the mighty god of the forge crashing down upon the land. This was spawned of a great and immeasurable evil indeed so. The villagers, they feared for their lives and for those of their kin. Someone must venture out to the source of this madness and deal with it, they said, but Harken, in his gray age could not. It was just as Harken had feared, the burden had fallen...upon Nariah, as did the letter proclaim. Before he sent his daughter off with all of his love and his blessings, he forged for Nariah a sword and shield, worthy of even the finest warrior of the land, and he also crafted a suit of armor for her, and last but not least, a beautiful pendant which the village elder blessed with a protection spell. Finally, he said his goodbyes to his daughter. "Ye be safe now, and be sure to come back and see ye old man, ye hear me daughter?" Heartily he chuckled hugging tight his child, now a full grown woman and the most competent warrior of their village. She had a long journey ahead of her, and the challenges she faced were sure to be harrowing, but nevertheless, Nariah would face them head-on, for the sake of her village and....for the sake of her father. "Aye. I will father." She replied happily embracing the stout, old man. "I'll be sure to send word of me travels as well. Goodbye father." "Goodbye, me daughter....and Tha'agorn keep you safe."

Dorje Gyaltsen sat across from his father on a small mat. “Dorje, you have proceeded far in the Great Teachings, but you are impatient. We must find out who this mysterious individual is, and what he wants from you before you walk into something you are not prepared for.” “Kunchen, you know the darkness that has crept upon the land, we’ve all felt the presence of this evil; and I for one cannot stand idly by while the world is thrown into chaos,” “And what am I to do if you meet your death on this quest, hmm? Not only do I lose a son and successor, this haven loses its most valuable tool for protection!” Kunchen stood slowly, walking on old, tired legs to the window of Chardak-lan, the largest monastery in the world. A cold wind blew from the west, carrying with it the smell of ash and death. “If this is your conviction, and if this quest is truly to purge this darkness, then you may go with my blessing.” Dorje bowed low. “I will go prepare for the journey.” As he turned to leave, he heard his father’s voice. “Dorje, wait.” He drew a black stone from around his neck and clasped it in his hands, holding it out to Dorje. “May the strength of our people go with you, and may your enemies not rise above you.” The stone glowed slightly blue before fading to black again. He took the amulet and placed it round his neck, feeling a subtle warmth from it. “I shall return when the journey is complete.”

Eyes= Left ice blue right light green Height= 5'0 Weight= 90 lbs Other= She has a scar from the top of her eyebrow to the middle of her cheekbone on her left eye, making it that color. She usually hides her face under a hood