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Tanulia is the oldest of two children, born to a moderately noble family in the Pale District of Glimhollow. Her brother, Tolthe, was born a year after her, and because of their ages they grew up very close. They did everything together: talked, played, and often slept in the same room. As two pure-blooded elven children, they received special attention from other noble families of pure-blood, even though their family was not the wealthiest among the nobility.
It should be noted that the family owned a small portion of the Gardens in Wid. Their home was set on the edge of the Gardens, and though it wasn't an estate, was still filled with the riches and jewels of old elven ancestry, passed down from generation to generation, collected from Eir and from time spent in Glimhollow. The home had a mere three bedrooms, one for each child and for their parents. The arches of the home were tall, elegant, and beautiful, carved by the skilled hands of elven carpenters to represent the lineage that was their family.
Tanulia and Tolthe grew up given the highest education they could receive for their nobility. They learned the languages of Peylor, as well as the history and culture of the races that occupied it. They spent long nights attempting to master the ways of elven culture, so that when the time came they could each in-turn share that knowledge with the next generation.
Tanulia learned many things from her mother; the ways of the elven woman, the ways of an elven wife, and the ways of the elven nobility. She was often pulled away to practice her handwriting, to remember important information quickly, and how to address those of all races in the most honorable and respectful of ways. Her mother used to say, “We are not the richest, we are not the most beautiful, we are not the most intelligent; but we are not peasants, we are not slaves, we are not ignorant, and only we have the power to change the way others perceive us. We have the power to command respect, to command beauty, to command intelligence and with that power we must be ever-respectful and humble.”
Over the years, Tanulia learned and grew along with her brother, who would be taken by their father to learn the business of the family. Everything seemed well, everyone was happy; the portion of the Gardens that they commanded was thriving, and business was doing well. At this time Tanulia had just celebrated her 30th birthday.
When all seemed too good to be true, it was at this point that the dreadful Pale Plague struck the family; starting with their father and then infecting their mother. They were among the first to develop the Plague, but were also among those that helped to discover and develop the abilities of the cinder tonic. Using some of the plants within their garden, they were able to create a specific variety of the tonic that worked exceptionally well at staving off the effects of the disease. They, along with many others, believed at the time that it was a cure, only realizing too late that it wasn't and that the addiction of the tonic would bind them forever. With that discovery, there was a drop in production and a loss in profit coming from the tonic's sales. The sudden losses and the now-negative connotation the family's name bore upon the Gardens caused a drop in the value of the property they owned. In a haste and panic, and perhaps due to sickness clouding their thoughts and judgement, the family sold 80% of the value of their property to gain back some financial stability, realizing too late that they had made a critical error -- the new owner of the property would begin to develop the tonic at a higher rate and sell it quickly, replacing them within the Widish nobility hierarchy.
At this time, Tanulia's parents began to suffer the withdrawals of the tonic as well as the sickness of the Plague. With just enough of the plant extract left in stock, they could provide themselves with enough tonic to keep them sustained for their own brewing. However, though it was an excellent fix, it wasn't a permanent one. The parents decided it would be best for them to leave with the kevol caravan at its next departure and make their way back to their homeland, hoping to spend the rest of their days among their ancestry, seeing if they could discover a way to bring life and a home back for their elvenkind.
On the morning of their departure, Tanulia, now 37 years of age, inherited the jewels, gowns, heirlooms and the beautiful headdress that had always been passed on among women in the family, while Tolthe inherited the family business from his father, along with the savings, precious metals and access to the finances within the family. They said their goodbyes, though no tears were shed, and the family separated ways forever.
Tanulia and Tolthe soon began to split apart, with Tolthe having a very different idea of how he wanted to run their property than Tanulia. He claimed superiority, being the child that owned the inheritance and that had worked with their father for so many years. Tanulia was left to the books and to continue studying the history of their culture and more notably, she began to read up on horticulture and more effective ways of growing food and herbs for tonics, medicines, teas and spices. However, even with her growing knowledge, her brother would not listen to her, completely removing her from anything that had to do with the business and dubbing her as only a female brought up to breed pure-blooded children. She began to hear rumors of the decline of the family, of the power-hungry heir and of the tragedy that was befalling the two pure-bred elves.
Tanulia, being of a soft soul and a calm mind, once again tried to approach her brother as his sister, as the one that he grew up with and was supposedly close to. Tolthe would not hear it; instead he made propositions of her selling the heirlooms she received to buy more land for him to run. Enraged, she outright refused and an argument was had. The two hardly spoke a word to each other afterwards. It was not until the final notices came in for steep payments past due that Tolthe finally told Tanulia that he had to sell the land. The morning after the sale, Tolthe was gone, having disappeared and leaving Tanulia with nothing but an empty house and the heirlooms and gowns left behind by her mother.
Tanulia, now 42, fell into financial ruin. She sold one heirloom for what she knew was too little, for she had nothing left of value but those left to her. She had not heard from her brother in a whole year and did not know where to find him. It was at this time that she began to study the old files of her father's business, to see what went wrong and to understand what happened. She learned much about the Gardens, much about the tonic, and much about the Plague, often thinking of her parents, whether they were still alive, whether they had had any success, and, warily, whether she should follow in their steps.
Another year set in, another few heirlooms sold. She began to work in the Gardens, making just enough to only go to bed hungry a few nights of the week. Between the cost of maintaining the house, feeding herself, and every once in a while sending out notices to reach out to her brother, she had no money left. With unfortunate reluctance, she decided to sell the home, moving into a humble cottage set within the Gardens.
The owner of the Gardens where she worked would eventually develop the Plague and shut down all operation, leaving her and many other elves without a job and without income. She sold yet another heirloom, leaving her with very few left and making it harder and harder to part with those that remained. When she received any amount of stones, she looked at them long and hard, trying to decide what best way to make it last. It was then that she decided it was time for a trip to the Red District, in an attempt to gamble her money and regain some of her riches in the passionately boasted-about gambling arenas of the district.
With her hand still gently stained with dirt from working the Gardens, she made her way to Upper Shenul, past the gazing and peering faces and into a gambling den. She spent what she had on the tables, playing her hand at cards, being played herself for the beginner she was and falling for every trick, losing every single stone and leaving with a head clouded by the alcohol given to her and the grief that her pockets were now empty.
As she made her way through the streets, tired, drunk and with no understanding of how she was going to get home, she sat down at the edge of an alley illuminated by the light that peeped out through the windows on the second floor of the buildings around her. Tanulia's head felt heavy, her lips were numb, and she had no way of refusing the man who approached her, who pushed her down into the alleyway and had his way with her, leaving her nothing but a torn dress and some stones thrown in her face for her “services.” Slowly, she collected the stones, pulling her knees in closer to her, hiding her ragged hair and tear-stained face. This is where she stayed until morning, barely blinking, barely understanding.
The next morning, she used the few stones she received to purchase some food from a local tavern where she sat near the corner, her legs still pulled in close and her food going cold in front of her as each sound of the patrons within the tavern made her shake and tremble. She sat there for hours, her mind spinning, her hair askew and the food being eaten ever-so slowly.
The next morning came, and with no money left the owner of the tavern told her that they didn't like her kind there, and that she should go back to the brothel where she was missing. It was then that a woman approached her in a luxurious, yet raunchy get-up, claiming to have a business proposition for her. Tanulia, being delirious from hunger and heartache, took the hand that was reached out for her when food was offered and followed her through the streets of the Scarlet Quarter and into the back door of a brothel, where women were preparing themselves for their day with loud voices and lots of laughter, with makeup being shared, bustiers being tide and shoes being laced. Into the kitchen they went, where women were coming in, picking up a bite and continuing on, everything a hustle and everything in excitement. The woman, named Isabel, who Tanulia found out was the headmistress of the brothel, sat her down and gave her some food, taking a damp cloth from the sink to gently wash the dirt and tears off of her face. Isabel then took an elegant brush and began gently combing Tanulia’s hair, singing softly as she did. Tanulia ate slowly, almost in a daze not knowing where she was, who she was, just that the hands of Isabel were the most soothing she had ever remembered feeling.
Isabel sat down next to her when she was done, and waited patiently. She brought them both some tea and continued to wait in silence, patient for what seemed like hours, until Tanulia began to talk, telling Isabel her story. She didn't know why she did it, she didn't know what purpose it would have; she only knew that it lifted her heartache, if only just a little. Isabel listened, she sympathized, and she explained how every one of her girls would understand her, treat her as a sister and would be there for her for anything. She told Tanulia that she could stay there for a few days until she could gather the financial means of getting back home. And so Tanulia, with no other obvious options, stayed, working as a secretary to Isabel and noticing how each Patron that walked in lingered as they looked at her. They did not all look at her ravenously, but more curiously and almost in admiration. After a week, feeling like she had a purpose, a home and a family, she didn't want to leave the Red District just yet. She talked to Isabel, and decided to try it for one night. All of the girls got together for her debut night, dressing her up, making her look stunning and even helped her select the patron whom they all new to be gentle and kind; a half-breed dwarf and human by the name of Lucas.
That was when it began: Tanulia stayed and worked in the brothel. She went back to the Pale District for a few days to collect her things and sell her home, then purchased a small apartment in the Red District near the brothel and began to go by the alias Kela.
This is how she spent the next few years, gaining regular clients, making an income, and being part of a huge family that cared about each other, each having their own story of how they came to be in each other's company. Through this trade she learned many secrets: secrets from lonely bachelors, secrets from distraught housewives; secrets from the lonely, from the damned, from the rich and from the poor. It was through all these secrets that she learned of a strange elf that lived in Deepwell. This elf seemingly looked a little bit like her, though as to not sound too inquisitive, she simply listened and tried to learn if it was her brother Tolthe, hoping in the back of her mind that she would see him again. When no further details came her way, she decided to pull some stones together and make her way down to the Deepwell herself. So she wandered, searching Cranelift Marina, looking for a sign, until when she was sitting in a Tavern having supper she overheard two sailors talking about the elf and his strange home on the docks.
With haste, Tanulia made her way to the location described, and indeed found what to others would seem to be a strange home. Mixed among the shacks and cabins, was a home made of the same rocks and bricks as the others but with the same carvings around the archway to the door as was in her home growing up. There were vines creeping up the side of the beautiful flowers that usually lived within the confines of what their family used to own in the Gardens, and to her surprise, embedded within the lintel above the doorway was one of the heirlooms she was forced to sell to make her living.
She knocked on the door timidly, the chance still being that it was not actually her brother's home, but with the hope that whoever did live there could lead her in the right direction. With a hood drawn up over her face, the door was opened and a silhouette appeared before her, one obviously of an elf which was accompanied by the smell of fresh-brewed tea wafting from inside. In a hushed, tired voice she heard her name whispered from within the doorway, and in an instant she pulled back her hood and revealed her face, the two of them sharing a tight embrace and a sigh of explicit relief. So was how the two siblings were reunited.
The inside of his home was modest and gently decorated in an elven style, mostly with hand-carved decorations, slightly used and battered tapestries that seemed refurbished, and beautiful stonework utensils for cooking and eating. The two siblings talked all throughout the night of their care for each other, of the forgiveness they sought from each other and of how overwhelmingly happy they were to be in contact once again. She did not mention the things that she did for income or how she ended up finding him, and he did not ask. From this point, they began to see each other regularly, though not everyday, and sometimes not every week.
Tanulia, now 49 years old, has been visiting her brother for the last year-and-a-half. On one evening when she was in his home, he left for a moment to stop by the marketplace and pick up some things for them to eat for dinner. She waited and sat down on the chair that peered out the window over Deepwell. She heard the clink of glass hitting the ground and looked down to see what had fallen, seeing an empty bottle of cinder tonic. Her sigh was long, deep and sad as she carefully picked up the bottle and placed it back where it had fallen from as if she had never seen it. Her mind swarmed with thoughts of grief, thoughts of respect, and a hope for a way to help her brother. From then on she began to work not only for her, but for her brother as well, saving all the stones she could to purchase tonics and have them anonymously delivered to him as well as once again revisit the study on how to cure the disease.

Tolthe, grew up with his one year older sister, Tanulia in the Pale District and was part of a moderately noble family that owned a section of the Gardins in Wid. He was brought up well educated and was given lessons from his father, beginning at a young age, on how to take over and understand the business he was to one day inherit. In addition, he and his sister were very close, often spending every spare moment together and even, sharing a room on occasion. After some years, the discovery was made of his parents contracting the plague, then deciding to leave Glimhollow and travel back to Eir, leaving the 36 year old with the ownership of the business and land.

Though he was happy to inherit the business, Tolthe begin to feel it deep resentment towards his sister who he felt like got the better end of the deal with the inheritance. He mourned the departure of his parents knowing that he may never see them again and then began to sit to work with what he thought would be the ideal for how the company should have been run to begin with. Immediately he began completely restructuring and changing around the way management and employees were run and handled first, reducing the benefits to the employees such as free housing costs on the land for services rendered then attempting to increase productivity in the same amount of time allocated us before. It was these changes and similar changes that caused the immediate deterioration of the moral and financial income provided by the business. This is when Tolthe, started to become strict and angry and in his anger drove off several of the highest and most loyal employees under his command.
When the financial drop begin to be too much, he approached his sister and asked for a loan of a part of her inheritance and she refused caused a rift between them. Not long afterwards, the business was liquidated and Tolthe set off, moving away from his sister, moving away from the Pale District.
In his wandering as he first landed in the Scarlet District, bedding prostitutes and gambling for just enough money to eat and continue. He slept in the streets of the Red District until the day came when he chanced upon overhearing a conversation about needing extra dock workers in the Deepwell for a captain. Tolthe, hungry, homeless, and desperate approached the gentleman feebly and requested to work for minimal pay and food. The captain, sly as he was, accepted the terms and brought Tolthe down to the Deepwell to work for him, for nearly nothing. Tolthe, worked on the docks, then eventually on the ship itself, sailing out to the Deepwell and hearing tales from his crew mates about adventures across the water, about treasures found, and about secrets they've discovered. The captain of the ship, was a tall, handsome, well-built human man with an almost rugged thug like appearance. The captain grew up in the Deepwell, sailing from a young age and traveling very little into the rest of Glimhollow. After a few years of Tolthe sailing with him and his crew, the captain was arrested by the Juggernaut for embezzling money to the resistance. At this point, Tolthe with his higher education, had been made responsible of the captain's bookkeeping and understood all too well that the evidence was substantial against the captain.
With a captain arrested and this ship being claimed for debts owed Tolthe, and his crew mates were now without a vessel and without a home. Tolthe, Gathering his crew mates, made the suggestion to join the Dustawks and the resistance, to make a difference and bring justice back to what happened to their captain. Most of the crew was on board, some slid away and we're never heard from again. Tolthe, on the other hand join the Dusthawks as a scholar of sorts, a bookkeeper and a translator. It was there he learned how to protect himself, how to be vigilant and how to be mindful of his money.
After a few years of living among the Dusthawks, he finally purchased a small cabin in the Deepwell. On the return of each of his endeavors, he worked long and tirelessly carving the wood around the archway to the door to resemble the archway in the home where he spent his adolescence. He polished the floors, refurbished the furniture and did everything he could to make it feel comfortable. This was when he discovered the sickness that began to set in within him. Tolthe, had the pale plague. Fury and raged him, Fury with himself, Fury with his situation, and fury knowing that he did not have too much longer to live.
Though in his Fury, it did not take long for him to come to grips with his situation. Only his closest friends among the Dusthawks, he told about his sickness and they provided him with his first taste of the tonic which drove him into an unfortunate addictive servitude towards the tonic. He continued to work, staving off the symptoms with all the knowledge he had on the tonic and on herbal remedies but, he was never the same. He now kept more to himself, was less boastful of his achievements and accomplishments and thought generally less of himself or more equal to his peers then he did before.
Nearly six months after contracting the plague, on a quiet night, a knock came to his door. With hesitation and resistance he opened it, seeing the distinct shape of his sister, whom he had become estranged to. He embraced her quickly, holding her tightly and the two of them reconciled and talked long into the night. That night and over the next year they met in secret, neither one of them discussing what they did for employment and neither one wishing to. It was a happy unspoken rule between them.
On one afternoon, following a visit from Tanulia, he set to work with the Dusthawks and overheard them whispering and talking of the enchanting Kela of the Scarlet District. She was told to be a mystical and beautiful elven prostitute. The barley men blushed as they spoke, some admitting they would higher her services just to be in her presence, to enjoy a cup of her fine crafted tea and indulge in just speaking to her. One man among the Dusthawks cried that if any of them harmed her, he would have their heads. James, was intrigued; so intrigued in fact that he, himself decided to make the journey to the Scarlet District and see this elven maiden for himself. He traveled, he searched and he found to his grief that the elven maiden, spoken so highly of, was none other then his sister. Rather then approach her, he watched her from a distance, watched her expression, her delight in the company of those she was surrounded by and decided in that moment that he would not interfere, that he, instead, would work even harder to increase his wealth so that, come the day of his passing from the plague, she would no longer have to work the way she did.