Current Location: Dawn
Time: Morning/Noon/Evening/Night/Late Night

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Hearsay, Events, and other things:
1. You overheard the Dwarf, Asvar mention not having enough ore. Maybe you could ask him about it
2. The Chiralta, Calra, is standing nearby her shop seemingly asking if anyone could help her with something.
3. Hm...a huntress with short brown hair is standing near the outskirts of the village. Maira, is her name. She lives by herself in the forest. Odd to see her here by herself, without her wolf companion.
4. A fisherman is complaining about something spooking the fish. Without this staple food, the villages chances of survival drastically decreased.
6. There's an old man with a white beard and silver eyes holding a cane upside down in his hand standing on a tree stump in the middle of town. Odd, he seems familiar but you don't recognize him...do you? You want to say you do and don't at the same time. Perhaps saying hi could job your memory.
7. Does nothing catch your eye? Perhaps there could be something else if you poke your nose around where it doesn't belong.

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Current Objectives:
Mie has requested help, she's under attack by some of the Yaga Clan not far too the north.
The Kyrnith has attacked the hunters and is attacking the village! Fend it off!

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Other misc info.

Human: The humans of the world are one of the oldest, if not the most numerous race due to their connection with the Nameless Time God. In the past its said they committed some great offense against Delpithi, though whatever it has was lost to the Moonless Era. In this day and age, they primarily worship the Sage for wisdom and Guidance. They possess no special talents, aside from perhaps ingenuity and persistence. They can primarily be found in Chagawa, Dawn, Svyataya Zemlya, territories held by the Apostles and Elysium Towers.

Choosing a human will grant the following:

• Adaptability: Humans, while they bear no special natural born talents, their limit for growth and power is near infinite should they choose to cultivate said power. They, in their finite lives will find it easier to learn new skills and adapt to new situations if they put their mind to it.

Dwarf: The Dwarves of Azurumnal, located in the Sky Reach mountain range, under the mountain known as ‘The Worlds Provenance’. Dwarves say this is where the Great Sage created the majority of the continent before ascending to the heavens. The sage led them here after they left their old homeland as it was overrun with terrible demons from the Moonless Era. Ruled not by a king, but by a council consisting of representatives of the Castes. Scholars stand at the top, followed by Warriors, then by Miners, Merchants, General Laborers, and those that have no caste. They possess a relic known as the ‘Sage’s Eye’ which is said to be the source of all water in both Azurumnal and Gloomhollow as it constantly generates an infinite source of fresh water. They also possess a unique ability and culture of ‘stone singing’ which allows them to move stone and earth with voices alone, often sung in rhyming verse though not all dwarves pursue it and its considered something of an art to them. Often no taller that five foot five with sturdily built bodies

Choosing a dwarf will grant the following.

• Dwarven Physique: Short, hardy folk of the mountain. They possess average strength and endurance greater than that of humans. They can both take a beating and dish out a beating despite their short stature.

Chiralta: The wandering and wistful Chiralta people. While they can be found all over the lands, they are primarily seen in the Northern Snow Fields, eking out a living following the God Ealdir and Tythera. Compared to the other races, those of the Chiralta can come in many different forms. While they are primarily based on arachnids, their appearance varies depending on what particular star-sign they are born under.

The most common are the Chiraldir, humanoids with obviously arachnid appearances, typically sporting a set of spider-like pair of extra arms and an extra pair of eyes along with fangs. They are often healers and fortune-tellers. Less common are the Tycherta who are born with the lower body of a spider and the upper torso of a human. They are physically imposing, and often end up acting as the muscle for the caravans as well as artisans and craftsman.

Extremely rare are those born under Tythera’s constellation, and are considered the be the Goddess’ few chosen. They are just…spiders. Typically extremely large, sentient spiders. Powerful, long lived, they are just as intelligent as any other mortal and don’t seem to mind being born like this. Depending on their size, they can act as mounts, beasts of burden, or even shelters if large enough. The largest one was supposedly able to carry an entire caravan of thirty people plus supplies on its back. (unplayable, as none would leave the caravans)

They have no formal body of government, relying on their God and Goddess for direction and leadership, who both seem happy to oblige. They generally are peaceful people who are happy to help travelers and those who find themselves stumbling upon their caravans. Yearly, a majority of the caravans convene in their Sacred Land for a month, where the Chiralta will discuss any discoveries, visit relatives, trade stories of their travels, and make offerings to their Gods. Typically a fairly risque affair, according to some of them…and a secretive one. While outsiders aren’t unwelcome, not a single Chiralta speaks of where this ‘Sacred Land’ is, and few outsiders have ever set eyes on it. They often tell outsiders if they ask that the land doesn’t exist and its just a joke they tell others.

Choosing a Chiralta will depend on which of the two forms you choose.

• Guidance of the Stars: The Chiraldir have a far stronger connection to Ealdir, as they say. The stars guide their steps and judgements and warns them of danger. They will roughly know from where and how in danger they are should they be in such a situation.
• Silk-weavers: Tycherta quite literally, produce vast quantities of silk thanks to their spider like bodies and nature. Quite useful, and is typically strong as any weapon.

Sardell/Frost Elves/Little Elves What do you get when Fey and Elves procreate with one another? Elves that possess Faerie magic that typically don’t grow taller than 4’5. The blue skinned Sardell Elves are a small and diminutive race of Elves that are the result of Fey and Elves intermingling for various reasons. Because of this, despite their small size they do possess some of their ancestor elves physical ability while also keeping some of their more subtle fey powers…and some of their more mischievous personality tendencies. Their society is focused greatly on meditation, worship of Kyshella, and purification of demons and have perfected a kind of hand-to-hand and melee combat despite their diminutive size that is aided by their natural abilities. They usually, however, do not have access to the typical Elvish Leargas. Their magic typically includes purification, curses as well as lesser versions of other fey-related magic.

The Little Elves of the far north live upon ‘the ever moving glacier’ named because, well, its location isn’t certain. It in fact, moves across the northern seas freely. Why? Unbeknownst to all but them, its a massive Elder Beast that has a glacier upon its back, and the Ice Elves live within and around it. Named ‘Saphed Kachua’, it is a peaceable creature that does not seem to possess any more intelligence than a housecat, and does not seem to mind the elves which live upon it. Rumors say that there is an entrance to the Fifth Circle of Naraheim here.

Choosing a Sardell will grant the following:

• Kyshella's Purity: Due to their connection with their goddess, the Sardell boast an innately strong resistance to things considered 'evil'. They resist influences of any mind-altering affects and can pinpoint any small amount of demonic corruption or presence no matter how small s well as any other source of instability within the world.

Raam The hardy people of metal bones. Human in appearance, but the God Grams gave them unbreakable bones and physical resilience. Few in number, but long lived and possess immunity to most diseases and toxins. They live along a large inland sea to the south and are often in conflict with both the Apostles and Bastelians for various reasons due to their own desire for testing their unbreakable bodies in battle. They however, are not impenetrable nor are they infallible - they are incredibly susceptible to heat for one. Their bones may also be unbreakable, but it does not stop other wounds nor does it stop a sword from gutting their stomach. As well, they tend to have to eat twice as much as their normal human counterparts to sustain themselves despite being similarly sized. As well, they do not reproduce naturally, either - they are quite literally created by their God, typically only a 'birth' happening every few years. It should also be noted Raam are 'born' fully adult, with all information needed to function and language instilled in them by their God.

Because of this, they do occasionally have trouble with the population. Overall, the Raam barely number above 200 in total that live in their temple city of Allohold. When a Raam dies, its often a great loss for them, even returning their bodies to Grams, it may take years for another to be born. Most are close knit due to this, and all usually live within this temple complex. To them, as well, no crime is greater than the murder of one of their own. Fighting is fine, but to actually kill - is absolutely taboo. They are incapable of swimming due to their higher body mass, and are incapable of magic for whatever reasons.

Choosing a Raam will grant the following:

• Body of Steel: While their skin is still skin, and organs still organs, there is not a blade nor mortal creature that can break the Raam's bones leading them to be quite formidable on the battlefield and possessing fortitude similar to those of dwarves.

Oni The Oni of Chagawa are a violent bunch. Claiming heritage from the old Demon Serpent that the Four Guardian beasts killed, they possess inhumanly strong bodies and fortitude and a typically savage nature. Its no secret that the more violent and savage clans can and will devour the humans they capture. Not all are that violent however. Divided into clans just as the humans are, with vastly differing beliefs they are often led by the rule of Strength. The largest clan, Hashiyama, is currently leading a campaign of terror against the humans and Kitsune, forcing the smaller clans to bend knee and join. The only exception is the Merchant Clan Yukima. They are mainly based on the Shikonai.

Choosing an Oni will grant the following:

• Hellion Blood: While already inherently strong, if angered or they simply wish to, Oni can regress into little more than violent demons if they are not careful. Taking a much more monstrous appearance, and an increase in physical ability...however their blood also makes them incredibly weak to holy artifacts and purifying spells.

Kitsune Descendants from the two nine-tailed guardians, The Kitsune of Chagawa are either a mischievous bunch or an isolationist society, depending on which of the two clans you're dealing with. The Kufumi Clan are a studious bunch, preferring to stay on their mountain home of Kaokuta that they share with the Miyaka clan. They are the priests and caretakers of the Noble white fox. Festivals are held both on the day the serpent was slain as well as the day the Black Fox was put down. One for celebrating, the other for warding off evil spirits.

The Miyaka, conversely, were once the priests and caretakers of the little black fox - who was also the one corrupted by the Demon God when the Oni first appeared. Often seen as omens of bad luck, should a human run into one. A lackadaisical and overall non-serious bunch, most often spend their days playing pranks on humans. Less known is the fact though, most are trained assassins and spies. Similarly, two festivals are held by them as well. One the same as their cousins, the second though, is more of positive rite that is designed to help spirits on their way to the Underworld.

Choosing a Kitsune will grant the following:

• Child of the Guardian Beast: As descendants of the two Great Foxes, the Kitsune possess a deep connection to the land they are from. Though not all train in the art, all can call upon the power of either one of the guardian beasts. Doing so often grants the Kitsune a temporary boon to magical ability and inherent ability to resist and admonish evil spirits and Oni. Its said one day, among the kitsune, the Guardian Foxes shall be reborn.

Shadow Elf: A race of Elves that live deep underground beneath the Sky Reach mountains. They managed to survive the Moonless Era by making some sort of deal with a demon that would give them forms and abilities suitable for living underground and avoiding the horrors above. With such a deal, they not only survived but also prospered. Often treated with suspicion and disdain by their Tamalan and fey cousins because of this. However, they no longer associate with demons and instead act as self-proclaimed guards of Naraheim in order to stop demons from getting closer to the surface or making sure the demons sleeping there do not wake.

Sporting skin colors from pale white to grey, the Shadow Elves are skilled with magic and learned the arts of ‘Soul Domination’ from the demons. A particularly heinous form of magic that allows a user to alter and change their own and others nature - that is quite literally changing one's nature from one thing to another. Only practiced by the elite mages of the Shadow Elves, and while not illegal and can be used for good, its often used for more…dubious reasons. While some possess the ability of the Leargas, it is considered a rare talent for them.

Ruled typically by either a Queen or King, whichever is the child of the current monarch at the time. Their home of Gloomhollow, is rather pleasant all things considered.

Choosing a Shadow Elf will grant the following:

• Mage Blood: A society that highly venerates the magical arts and skills. Their blood is highly magically reactive due to their histories, and as such have an easier time learning and controlling the magical energies of the world.

Forest Elf Cosain Elves, or Forest elves as they are most commonly known as, are the residents of the Tamaln forest, one of the few actually green forests upon the land with trees as tall as mountains and a pleasant climate thanks to the protection of the Fey which inhabit it. They possess strong physical abilities, and are a proud tribe of honorable warriors for that is what they were created for - by the Fey to act as their eyes, ears, and protectors in ancient times since the Fey while possessing arguable powerful magic, are physically weaker.

Led often by a King from the royal family, or appointed by the Fey should any disputes arise, they generally are peaceful, though highly territorial and seem to always be in conflict with the Bastelians and Apostles they share relative close proximity to. They have a fairly communal society, as they have no concept of monetary value - the Fey have always provided for them and have promised to always provide for them so long as they do their duty to protect it, the forest will provide. That’s not to say they don’t understand that things can have some form of value - just that money in the form of gold and other things seems silly to them when they could just go out in the forest and hunt for food themselves. Most like to unwind the day with a drink or a public feast.

When it comes to magic, they possess very little save for the Leargas, or the ‘Ancestor Protection’. All the Forest elves possess an ability to connect with and channel the abilities of their ancestors, typically granting both formidable superhuman strength as well as some special skills relating to their ancestors. Some might find themselves able to use magic had their ancestors were Elvish Druids, or perhaps they’d find themselves able to push their bodies beyond limits had they been injured. Learning to use the Leargas, however, is extremely dangerous and could very well result in ones death. As such, its rare for any to actually go through with it save for the king who must learn it.

Choosing a Forest Elf will grant the following:

• Ancestral Scion: The fey created the Elves with a specific purpose in mind - to protect, and constantly learn in order to do that. As such, they instilled the Elves with a specific ability to call upon their ancestors. Most often it simply takes the form as some sort of sixth sense to make the supernaturally good at some skill, rarer some elves earn particular favor of an ancestor spirit and it manifests to protect them. Even rarer, though all are capable of it - is the Leargas. A skill that turns a living elf into an Incarnation of every single ancestor.

FeyThe creators of the elves. Diminutive, small creatures barely a half a foot tall. Esoteric and enigmatic beings from the ‘Wildes’. At least, they were once upon a time. Their connection to their land of endless forest has supposedly been completely lost thanks to the Moonless Era. Their magic and abilities are far less direct, tending to be more focused on curses, illusions, altering the natural world and manipulation of the natural world. Fey magic is capable of much, though indirectly. They tend to be rather mischievous, though not often actively malicious unless you’re dealing with an Unseelie.

The unseelie are the result of a curse being placed on a certain population of the Fey by some scorned god. Losing their natural and mysterious beauty, they were in turned twisted to look as vile as their soul had been. They possess similar abilities to their Seelie counterparts, though anything done by them will always end up twisted as they are, for their very beings became corrupted. They are rare in Tamaln as they are either hunted or sealed within special groves.

They have no formal society, and though there may exist Kings or Queens, they are hardly united as Fey much rather prefer freedom and adherence to no one group.

Choosing a Fairy will grant the following:

• Otherworld Scion: Originally hailing from a different realm in ancient times, the Fey became stranded here during the Moonless Era, cutting them off from their realm of spring and mystical forests. They are inherently alien beings to this realm, and as such do not play by some of its rules. The very fabric of the world is unstable around them, making it easier for them to perform feats of alteration to themselves or others.

Valtem: A curious race that lives in the just as curious region known as the Amethyst isles. For one, they’re a race consisting completely of females. Secondly, they tend to take a more Aquatic, fish like appearance for the simple fact, they are the children of an Elder Beast known as Valla Levetha. Possessing lithe bodies, most are athletically built and possess a myriad of scale colors ranging from black, blue, white, violet, orange. They possess fins, gills typically located on the sides or neck, or other features that aid one in moving underwater. They are an oddity among oddities for a number of reasons, but perhaps the most glaring…how did an Elder Beast make humanoid creatures? They are not just humans who worshiped it and were blessed by it, the Valtem are uniquely created by this Elder Beast.

However, their disposition towards others leaves much to be desired. While they can be considered beautiful, they are also entirely carnivorous, and its not unheard of for them to drag humans back to their underwater homes, drowning a human before devouring them. Interaction with them is rare because of this, and little is known about their society otherwise. Of course, being an all-female race means that they do need to find other willing partners if they wish to reproduce. Many will often leave home and explore around just for this purpose.

They can be found all up and down the Amethyst Isles and its surrounding seemingly flash-frozen jungle. Tend to be skilled with water based magic and are extremely athletic and possess extreme resistance to cold weather and temperatures. They however, are extremely sensitive to loud sounds and don’t do well if on land for extended periods, especially in dryer areas and around fire. Due to the fact they usually spend most of their lives underwater, they tend not to wear or have a concept of clothing aside from decorating their bodies with various colorful trinkets from the sea though they do wear armor if intending to fight.

Choosing a Valtem will grant the following:

• Blessing of Lavetha: Valtem possess a special connection to Valla Lavetha. As their 'mother' and creator, they carry with them the blessing of the sea, and allows them to use water based magics as a natural talent.

Yaga Clan The Clan of people sporting dog-like ears and typically white hair and lupine, yellow or red eyes. They live within the shadow of Svyataya Zemlya, on the land under the city though they are loosely scattered all through the central region. A hardy folk of unknown origin, though they may have roots in the Moonless Era from humans who messed with magical forces in order to survive.

A society focused heavily on veneration of a various spirits and following a Supreme serpent Deity and veneration of various lesser animal spirits born from it. Though they pledge allegiance to Zemlya, they do not share the same worship of them as the Krysa do. Their shamans are said to be able to shapeshift into beasts and animals in order to defend themselves, as well as possess a great knowledge of alchemy, curses, and abilities to perceive time. Each clan is led by some form of elder, and occasionally the Elders will convene to discuss things, but typically they’ll be fairly independent of one another. Typically a strong and physically hardy race unbothered by the cold.

A curious note, is that most of the Yaga are absolutely terrified of Rifelshka and only venerate her enough as to not incur her wrath.

Choosing a Yaga will grant the following:

• Burdened by Death: The Yaga absolutely fear the Goddess of Death, though for what reason its unknown only spoken of in hushed tones by their elders. Perhaps, it has something to do with their inherent connection to spirits and the dead, and their ability to interact with them without any special means or magic.

Krysa The main inhabitants of Svyataya Zemlya. A race of Matriarchal rat-folk whose women are as tall as most other races' men, and the men tend to be no taller than just over five feet. They worship the Elder Beast Vechnaya or the ‘Beast of Eternal Frost’ who claims to be the oldest and also the ‘most beautiful’ of the Beasts.

They themselves follow their Tsarita, who in turn gets her orders directly from Vechnaya. It does not directly lead, and they do not actually receive blessings from them, for though they worship the beast, they do not ask for protection beyond what he has already given. They are tough, goal-oriented people who put 100% behind everything they do.

The females are skilled with magic and tend to excel with leadership and charisma. Males are notoriously skilled marksmen and though they are not possessing extreme physical ability, they are quick on their feet and make use of that in anything they do and are excellent thieves and often tend to work together extremely well.

Choosing a Krysa will grant the following.

• Frigid Crafts: The Krysa are a race of self-reliant hardy folk who rarely interact with any but the yaga that live in close proximity. While they have to special skills or physiques for surviving in such a harsh environment, they do one thing fairly well - put their minds and hands to use. Krysa know how to build and how to make things that are considered fairly advanced for the current state of the world, aiding with survival and keeping warm.

Bastelian: The chosen people of Auset-Kythet. With feline traits, they worship the Goddess of the Sun and are a particularly violent race of peoples who value strength and prowess in battle, with a tendency to view any race other than their own lesser unless they can go toe to toe with them in a fight. This honor only extends to the Raam, and not even the Harpy messengers are exempt from this. Led by one chosen by the Goddess, they will typically rule for life unless they are overthrown due to being seen as less worthy - only the strong have a right to rule, after all.

They routinely go out into the surrounding snow fields and conduct raids for supplies and slaves from the various other races. Their own are not exempt from this, and ‘any who are conquered should be honored to serve the goddess’. Needless to say, they are not very popular among other races and humans, as none are safe from their raids.

Choosing a Bastelian will grant the following:

• Sun-Chosen: Their blood is fire, and their skin warm as the sun itself. Bastelian's are immune to the effects of frost and cold, and seem to get physically stronger the higher the closer the sun is towards the apex, while also getting weaker at night.

Harpy The messengers and servants of Auset-Kythet. Humanoids with wings for arms, taking the appearance of various birds, namely birds of prey or owls. While they lack the physical ability of the Bastelians, they have a powerful affinity for wind and fire and are typically fairly intelligent. They tend to be scribes, scholars, and writers. They are rarely seen outside of the Sun Temple aeries and the surrounding canyon. They do often act as advisors, strategists, and prefer bow and arrow if forced to wield weapons though most will choose to flee rather than fight if confronted directly.

The Harpy society is led entirely by the high priestess who is considered both a mouth for the sun goddess and one who shares part of her will along with the Leader of the Bastelians. In this way, they have a sort of balancing act where both the Harpy high priest and the Bastelian must reach some sort of agreement before acting in unison or deciding upon major problems.

Choosing a Harpy will grant the following:

• Divine Solar Wings: Messengers of Aesut-Kythet, they are her devotees. They share the same immunity to cold that the Bastelian do, but possess a different blessing. Their wings are of steel, razor sharp and sturdy serving both as armor and weapons.

Mothraki
Appearing as humanoid moths, the Mothraki are a group of people who inhabit the same plot of land that the Bastelian’s do. Bitter rivals, they worship the Elder Beast Algblaze or the ‘Cold Sun’. Right at home in frigid temperatures, the Bastelians consider them the tribe responsible for the worlds current ice-age. How true this is isn’t know, but the beast they worship is definitely one of ice and cold.

They are masters of ice-based magic and moving swiftly, and their wings can spread a toxin that can, if they so desire, ‘fascinate and enthrall others’. They all tend to be rather vain and self centered about their outward appearance.

Choosing a Mothraki will grant the following:

• Enthralling dust: Mothraki produce a potent pollen like dust upon their wings. Merely by existing they spread this where they go, though its mostly harmless if not inhaled in large quantities. Causes hallucinations and dulls one senses. As one may expect, people tend to frown upon this sort of thing.

Delpithi - Moon Goddess - Oceans, Stories, Heroes, Trials, Moon

The Goddess of the Oceans. Likely the oldest and most prominent Goddess of the land. Often depicted as watching the world from a cistern from which rain and water falls from the sky and lands upon the earth to give birth to life and the oceans. She is considered the patron of heroes, chronicler of stories, and giver of trials and placer of obstacles. Her Divine Regalia is a book which records all tales from all histories and all realms upon its pages, a trident with three prongs on one end and a brush with which to write upon the other, and a blue dress made of water. Is very fond of humans and constantly seeks out worship, but has a tendency to give any who worship her trials to prove their worth. People who pray to her, typically do so to ask for salvation, or strength to complete some seemingly insurmountable challenge. Supposedly was born from the fragments of the Old Moon during the Moonless Era.

You could likely say she just likes the attention.

Auset-Kythet- Sun Goddess - Sun, Strength, Light, Sky

The winged bird of fire and light. When the Moonless Era ended, it was she who brought the blazing sun and warmth of light back to a cold, dead world. Typically worshiped by Bastelian and Harpy’s in the southern regions. A proud, arrogant Goddess who allows no weakness within her sight, and demands complete and utter respect from those who worship her. Her divine Regalia includes a crown of fire which gleams with fire and chases away the night and her own feathers iridescent and gold which can protect one from any sort of harm. Those who worship her often seek personal strength and camaraderie. She is often depicted sitting upon a throne of gold under a sun. Supposedly was born when a human during the Moonless Era climbed a heavenly tower and ‘released the sun from a silver cage’

Rifelshka - Underworld Goddess - Order, Oaths, Judgment, Dead

The little worshiped Goddess of the Underworld. Some say she’s as old as Delpithi, while some records say they share the same age. A quiet goddess who doesn’t even desire to be worshiped save by a select few and prefers to keep herself out of mortal matters unless undead are involved and is not worshiped by one select group of people. Most, lacking anywhere else to go, typically will find themselves drawn to her as per legend that the underworld is where all the unwanted and lost will eventually gather. She upholds all contracts, judges those who sin and has a hand in keeping the world stable and ensuring the dead can pass on either into some afterlife or are returned to the Sea of Beginnings and reincarnated. Often depicted with a lantern which she uses to judge and guide souls, a chain that binds both her to the underworld and others to their oaths, and a sword that can inflict death upon even immortal beings. Those that do worship her either do so to find belonging, or protection. In some aspects she’s the kindest god, while also remaining the cruelest. Her word is law in the underworld, and should you break it not even running to the ends of the earth shall save you. A few scattered legends say she became the Goddess of Death after her mother locked her and her sister in the underworld, fearing and jealous, hoping the underworld would kill her, where she would eventually steal the ‘secret of death’.

Iva’Krorh - God of Knowledge - Knowledge, Inspiration, Ingenuity, Learning

The ever enigmatic God of Knowledge. Created by the Sage Urumna from the corpses of the old gods so that they may learn of the old world. Was a primary deity of Dawn in the past, though fell out of favor after his carelessness had almost unsealed a creature from the Moonless Era. While he doesn’t actively desire worship, nor need it, he often tempts mortals with excessively dangerous knowledge to see what they would do with it. He does however, seem to have some manner of responsibility as he will actively stop those who hold things he deems dangerous or the world unready for. Often depicted as a being lacking any features save for a long, slender body of white, an old man, or a hag. Possesses a Cane that when one is touched with it can confer divine knowledge and mask that will allow one to become anything they wish at the expense of becoming nothing at all.

Tythera - Goddess of Health -Secrets, Medicine, Magic, Artistry

The secretive Goddess of Magic and Healing that is seen as primarily a teaching diety. Depicted as either a woman with eight arms, or a woman with the lower body of a spider. Worshiped primarily by the scattered Chiralta people. A Goddess of somewhat unknown origin, though they say she was born towards the end of the Moonless Era. She favors those who use their hands to create, as well as those who spend their lives in service of healing others.

Nameless Time God - God of Time - Time, Cycles, Endings, Renewal

The Nameless God of the Apostles. Though his name and origins have long since been lost, they claim he is the first God of the world and much info about him is given by them. Depicted as an endless serpent that encapsulates the world, he has dominion over time, cycles, and renewal while also bringing the end of the Eras. They say when he sheds his skin, one Era ends and another begins - yet due to machinations of some unknown evils, the Era could not end properly and thus the Moonless Era was the result and thus this world should not exist as it is.

Sage Urumua - God of Luck - Science, Wisdom, Luck, Alchemy

The once human beloved by the Moon who helped bring about the end of the Moonless Era and was given divinity by the Moon Goddess. Urumna is not their true name, but the name attributed to them by the Shadow Elves and Dwarves that they uplifted and blessed during the Moonless Era. Depicted as a genderless being, often wearing nothing but a long robe and long hair, though there are many interpretations - its said when they gave up their name in the underworld to gain the knowledge of how to make the God of Knowledge, their form and identity became uncertain. Worshiped widely by all humans save for the Apostles. Those who seek wisdom and understanding of the natural world will seek their advice, but the sage is often reluctant to help humans, unlike their child.

Ealdir - God of Travel - Stars, Travel, Fortune, Path-Maker

The god of Stars and Travels. Worshiped primarily by the nomadic Chiralta along with Tythera. Though he was said to have been put to rest in the Moonless Era, it does not stop remnants from his power and influence to be felt. Those who endlessly travel - adventurers, nomads, merchants - often will find themselves in his service. Said to once have possessed a sword which could remove all obstacles and make the impossible a certainty.

Grams - God of Smithing - Metal, Lightning, Smithing, and Warriors

The God of Metal and proud warriors. Worshiped by those of the stalwart Raam population. A supposedly honorable god who venerates combat, strength of body and blessed his followers with bodies of metal and fire, and was supposedly born sometime during the Moonless Era to lead people to victory against its monstrosities. The patron deity of the Raam people, or those seeking skill in battle and smithing. A giant temple is built to him upon the southern shores.

Kyshella - Goddess of Eternity - Eternity, Purification, Dawn, and Life

The Goddess worshiped by the Frost Elves of the Wayfaring Glacier to the extreme north. Not much is known about her, however, due to the rarity of the Frost Elves ever leaving their home. Depicted as a dark-skinned woman sitting cross-legged upon an hourglass, a bow whose arrows can purify all evil and thoughts, and upon her head sits a crown of every realm and all realms that will ever exist. Supposedly loves dancing.

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Any goals or aspirations? Want to be the best weaponmaster in the world? King of a prosperous nation? Just something that gives you something to do in game. A self-drive goal that you work towards outside of plot things.
Skills:
(This should include both your racial and two background relevant skills. They shouldn't be too amazing, but also enough that they're relevant to you and what you wanna do, if that makes sense. Just enough to give you some direction in game. Try to stay away from...charisma-type speaking skills or skills that are overly ambiguous or broad.
Inventory:
You can start with things within reason, but no magical weapons or other op things...of course there can be leeway depending on discussion and background stuff, but just try to keep it in reason. If I tell you no, I mean no.

Leatherworker’s tools
Hunter’s knife
Plenty of cordage
A fistful of pretty stones
A bag of spiced and salted jerky
Various tannic oils and concoctions
A flat, wooden club, its edge embedded with arrowheads
Her winning smile

Name: Nylah

Gender: Female

Race: Mothraki

Appearance: https://i.imgur.com/ytby5aO.png



Goals: To become a powerful magic user and healer, a heroine capable of protecting what and whom she values most as well as helping those in need. Naive? A bit. But her goal is basically to become a great heroine.

Name: Mote.
Gender: Male.
Race: Mothraki.
Appearance:

In a land of mostly cute mothgirls and femboys one moth rises above the rest, showing to the world that beauty is not found in fragility but in resilience and raw, muscular might. Having honed his marvelous muscles both in combat and in the routines taught to him by his master he is a sight to behold. With the soft, fuzzy face of an adorable moth and the light blue skinned, absolutely ripped musculature of a true warrior he stands proud with his mottled blue and orange mane and wings flowing in the cool winter winds. He is clad in a fine white tunic that was woven by his very hands, tied around the waist with a sash that's also of his making.
Bio:

Beneath the muscular manliness of this powerful warrior the tale of a sorry young lad still lives on deep within.

He was a clumsy oaf as a little one, hardly an ounce of elegance in him. He was awkward both in speech and in action, always belittled by his peers for his ungainly size and indelicate looks. He never had friends for none would associate themselves with something as embarrassing as he. Furthermore he had no head for magic. His talents laid not in casting for his clumsy handwork and generally anemic magical aura left him able to manage little more than simple frost cantrips.

There was only one solace for this overgrown insect: Weaving. His grandmother always wove the most lovely of clothes and he spent much of his free time with her, learning how to weave the fibers together to create such elegant cloth. It was his one true escape from the social alienation and cruelty of his peers. With his mother having died in child birth and his father being a very busy moth his grandmother was by and large the closest thing to family for him.

It was only inevitable that she one day passed. He wept long and deeply at her loss. While the tribe did mourn her passing few took her loss quite as he did. If they had ever strove to understand him better they might of understood why he packed up his scarce few belongings and left to the great wilderness, never to return.

He traveled for a long time indeed. He knew how to forage and lived on what little he could eat, existing largely to continue living each day and little more. One strong blizzard however left him stranded inside a cavern. It is within this cavern he happened upon a strange old human, a hermit who wandered the land. The hermit spoke a little of his language, enough to introduce himself as a name roughly translating to "Strong-of-Arm". He was kind enough to let this young man of a moth stay in the cavern whilst the blizzard stormed on. Come the morning when the storm had died down he emerged from the cavern to see the man practicing some form of martial art. He watched Strong-of-Arm practice, mimicking his movements in turn. Seeing this the hermit understood Mote's curiosity towards his fighting style and thus continued on. They practiced together for quite some time, Mote learning much in what felt like a much shorter time than it truly was. When it was time for them to part ways Mote left the hermit now a warrior, his weapon of choice now his body.

Eventually he found his way to the human settlement of Dawn where he settled down, keen to get back into the practice he loved most. He helped out enough to scrounge up some money and then used it to buy the fibers needed to start weaving cloth so that he might fashion lovely new clothes from it. Such is how he started on the path to becoming the biggest tailor of this settlement, at least until the storm hit and he suffered a fate most cool.

It seemed the divine forces above had plans set for him, plans bigger than mere tailoring unfortunately.

Goals:

Mote aspires to perfect his tailoring so that he might make the most beautiful of garments. He continues to hone his body largely out of respect for the art he was taught.

Skills:

|Strong-of-Arm Style|: A fighting style that is dedicated to the art of mastering combat through use of one's own body. Fists, feet, knees, elbows, head and shoulders are all actively utilized in this martial art. It emphasizes both grappling and hard-hitting close up strikes which encourage forward-momentum to keep on the attack. He has even incorporated his wings into the style, training their strength to allow for him to add an extra "hop" to his jump and to also give him a short swift boost either towards or away from the direction he's facing, sort of like a short dash.

|Tailoring|: He can weave together fabrics to create lovely cloth items. There's no enchantment involved as he has no luck with magic but they are quite nice all the same.

|Enthralling dust|: Mothraki produce a potent pollen like dust upon their wings. Merely by existing they spread this where they go, though its mostly harmless if not inhaled in large quantities. Causes hallucinations and dulls one senses. As one may expect, people tend to frown upon this sort of thing.

Inventory:
He has his tunic, a satchel for carrying his belongings, a few rations in case he needs to travel, a flask of water and his sewing needles.

Name: Vamessa (V, Vammy/Vammie)
Gender: “Female”
Race Possessed Shadow Elf
Appearance: Once, she used to look like many of the Uruthra. A beautiful pale skinned elf though perhaps a small bit shorter than the rest of her peers. Now, however, while her face amd build is similar, she is still a farcry from what she had looked a one point. One might call her form a mockery of the elven race. Her skin is a dark shade of pink and her hair colored that reminds one of a flame.

Bio Vamessa grew up in Gloomhaven with the rest of her kin and studied magic with a mild interest in demons, specifically making a bestiary with the strengths and weaknesses of each one. She was, at one point, the apprentice of the mage Rullphana. She was a hard worker and took her studies dilligently though, perhaps a small bit a trouble maker.

For her bestiary, she would go out to places that had reports of demons and quietly observe them before safely retreating. She would ask people their experiences with anything they may have come across and wrote about them. Over time, she started to become a bit more of a wild card in society. While she didn't exactly neglect her lessons, she did start to seem more interested in her bestiary.

One day, on one of her field studies in Naraheim, she found a small group of demons to spy on. They were beast-like creatures and were snacking on some fresh prey. One thing led to another and a chase started. She ran, and ran, and ran. There was plenty of them to be wary and scared of that she needed to run. Luckily, she knew the land and where demons were wary of going. There was an old coliseum like ruin that most demons seemed to avoid so she decided to take refuge there.

While the beasts were cautious not to actually enter, they did guard the exit knowing that she would need to leave sometime. Worried, no, scared that the beasts would make their way in regardless, she looked for an exit aside the front door. What appeared before her was a lower level. Rather risk the dark than what she knew above ground, she descended hoping for her luck to turn out something. A useful tool of some sort perhaps. No. Rather, she found what she could only describe as some... Beautiful humanoid being but strange. A demon? The thought of having walked into the den of some demon worried her tremendously.

Vamessa took a step back. Looking to risk her chances with the beasts upstairs, she went to turn and leave before something yanked her back towards the demon's body. As she looked, the demon's hand was tightly around her wrist as she felt a weird magical power flowing into her. She tried jerking her hamd away. Tried freeing herself as it felt like her head was ready to explode. Everything she could physically aside from cutting the hand off until soon enough it meekly released. Frightened, worried and trembling, she staggered back and fell to her behind. Her hands went quickly to her head as her immediate concern turn to the splitting feeling in her head before, of course, her vision faded to black.

Some time later, her eyelids opened. Her body felt lighter and warmer. Vamessa put her hand to her temple but felt something weird on her forehead. Horns? No, not just horns. There were these.... Odd wings! And the tail! What happened to her? The answer was soon answered by a slightly annoyed voice in her head. She had been, in her scared, worried state, possessed by the demon. OF course, either her will was stronger than the demon expected, or in a more likely twist, the demon was weaker than she had expected.

After a short discussion between the two, Vamessa found that she still had full control over her body despite the changes and she had some stronger power over fire now. Strong enough to force her way through the demons and make it back home. She could rest once she got back and figure out what was going on.

OF course, her troubles only started from there. The guards actively stopped her from entering town. Her appearance was much too dissimilar from her original and they thought she was just some full fledged demon that was trying to attack town. Perhaps, Rullphana could help her. The woman was powerful and knew her for so long. She forced her way through and attempted to make her way to Rullphana's tower but, there was too much resistance. Too many people trying to stop her. The voice in her head told her to fight back, but these were the people she knew! How could she?

She had to retreat. Escape town or worry about her death. On her way out, she stole a pack and some supplies. Whatever should could grab without stopping. Soon, she was out of town. She kept running and didn't look back. Over the course of the next couple of days, she escaped the mountain, wanting to avoid any search party for her. There were plenty of places to hide on a mountain, but not forever. She heard there was a forest down there and hopefully food.

She spent much time alone with the voice in her head. Surviving off the land she moved around so no one could really pin her to a place, or more importantly, the spirit of the forest that made attempts on her life more than once.

The few travelers she met, she messed around with. Playing pranks and other small things, but never really harming people other than the ones that intended to harm her. Perhaps it was her slowly warping personality, but killing people didn't seem to bother her much though it wasn't like she went out of her way to do so. In fact, her time in the forest with the voice made her a slight bit more antagonistic towards others. Her natural reaction to people was to poke fun at them or goading them. And yet, there were still moments of sincerity from her in dire moments.

After some time, she found herself in the village of Dawn (tired of the attempts on her life by the forest). Somehow, perhaps by some divine guiding hand, she found a place for herself. She made herself useful and took care of fires around the town though she was perhaps a small bit suspicious looking, walking around late at night and making sure the place was properly lit up. It wasn't difficult with the powers she gained from her possession. She was also made to cook, which she didn't seem to mind doing despite any complaints she may give.

Goals:
Become strong enough to survive on her own and rid herself of her possession if it becomes a problem. Finish her bestiary.

Skills:

Blood-possessed: No longer what you once were, you've been possessed by a demon, effectively turning you into one yourself. The one that has taken hold of you is of the bestial and violent Blood Clan that revels in violence, emotion, and domination. It has only a minor sway over you currently, but it does seem to give you some inherent ability for fire, boosting your abilities and affinities with them...and also making you prone to outbursts of violence, and feeling euphoria watching things burn. You don't know the demons name yet, nor what its fully capable of. If it takes full control of you, you may not even remember it nor have control over your own body any more. Sometimes, you hear its sweet seductive whispers telling you to commit atrocities.

Wild-Fire Pyromancy: Years of possession in the wild has left Vamessa naturally good at fire magic. There is also this constant desire burning in her heart to set fire to the things around her. While it's fairly easy to satiate, it's always nagging. Cooking is a surprisingly good outlet.

The Mage's Disciple: At one point, she was the disciple of Rullphana, the greatest mage in Gloomhaven. A fact she was proud of. She has a general study of all the basic ideas of magic and, generally, can figure out magic and knows many simple spells and things as such.

Inventory:

Demonic Bestiary: The bestiary she spent time on making some years prior.

Name: Gideon, Sage of Steel

Gender: Male

Race: Raam

Appearance: A young man with alabaster skin, his very eyes are a contradiction: soulless, but glistening with curiosity, an emotionless stare that is also filled with deep thought. Indeed, it seems that the Steel Sage is constantly scrutinizing everything around him with his cold logic. He bears scars across his athletic body from years of adventuring, scars he does well to hide upon layers and layers of clothing.

Bio
Gideon was always different from other Raam. As soon as he stepped out of Grams' sacred forge, the other Raam knew that something was quite.... off about him. He was remarkable in certain fields, but also did not have any inclinations towards any particular role. As a warrior, he possessed the wit of a tactician, but lacked the drive to fight. As a craftsman, he possessed a keen eye for detail, but not the desire to create. And as a hunter, he had the instincts of a predator, but not the hunger. Even as a priest of Grams, the profession that was deemed most suitable for him, Gideon still felt like an odd fit for the clergy, lacking the patience or duty to merely perform the daily rites of the God of Smithing. Instead, Gideon possessed a sense of purpose that no other Raam has possessed before.

The call to adventure, the desire to explore the world around him. An incessant wanderlust filled the steel heart of Gideon. On the tenth day celebrating his creation, many things were revealed to the young Raam in a dream. Grams, himself, had bestowed upon him a blessing not of strength and martial arms, but of knowledge and wisdom. It was in this revelation that Grams had also revealed to his child his true purpose: to explore the world around him, to understand everything there is to know, to become all-knowing as a means of guiding the Metal God's children into a new age.

And so, Gideon would set off from the temple-city of Allohold not long after, with the blessings of both his fellow priests and the deity that they so very much revered. Alongside a week's worth of rations and other traveling essentials, Gideon was given two things of note: a spear to remind him of his warrior's blood, and a small hammer to remind him of his creation by the hands of the Forgefather.

For the next few years, Gideon would wander the world, learning of its many wonders. From the nearby azure shores of the Amethyst Isle to the far-off peaks of the Sky Reach mountains, Gideon had seen many a great and terrifying things, beholding much of the wonders of the world. More importantly, he communed with the other children of Lyreneth, learning of the vast cultures and ways of life of the different races, accumulating this knowledge and teaching it to those who wish to learn. It was through these travels and communications that he earned the honorary title of the Sage of Steel.

Two decades after he began his travels, Gideon would once again receive a vision from the Forgefather, informing him of a new destination, a change from his aimless wandering. He was tasked by Grams to travel to the village of Dawn, the reasons of which would allude the Raam. He wondered why, out of all places, he would be tasked to travel to such a lowly hamlet, but he did not desire to question the will of his creator. After all, there was something that Gideon, himself, had sought in this village, far from merely following the mandate of his creator.

After learning so much about the world, Gideon wished to learn more of himself.

And so, Gideon traversed through fields of snow, soon reaching the village of Dawn in the wake of a terrible storm...

Goals:
When asked of the subject, Gideon would simply answer with the lofty goal of accumulating all of the world's knowledge, a mission bestowed upon him by his god. However, such a thing is only a stepping stone for what he truly desires. In his quest to become all-knowing, he learned something deeply about himself that separates him from everyone else, a state of his being that he cannot fathom with. When he walked in the valley of the shadow of death, he learned of an eldritch truth that would haunt him for the rest of his existence, a plague on his very self. As such, he wishes to find his own answers to this issue, something that would save him from this grisly discovery.

Skills:

• Body Born of Steel - The unique physiology of the Raam, who possess bones of which no mortal blade can pierce. In Gideon's case, his metallic body is weathered not from the crucible of battle, but from the many perils that would come to one who lived a life of travel and adventure.
• Wisdom Forged by Steel - The first blessing bestowed upon Gideon after his creation, the core feature that set him apart from his brothers and sisters. Rather than an inborn aptitude for battle, Gideon possesses the accumulated knowledge of combat and warfare of the Raam, as granted by Grams himself. This has been further refined by Gideon's experiences, having encountered all matter of dangers in his adventures throughout Lyreneth. It is a form of "danger-sense" that allows the wielder to understand and potentially act against potential dangers to one's life. Of course, it is limited to the knowledge that Gideon possesses, and he could only make off-hand predictions against things he has never encountered before. It wouldn't be far off to call Gideon a living calculator.
• Eyes Sharpened with Steel - The second blessing granted to Gideon, the source of his curiosity. Simply put, it is the accumulation and retention of knowledge, and the ability to process this knowledge quickly. Much like a blade, it is merely a hunk of metal on its own, but when sharpened by memories and experiences, is a formidable weapon that can cut through all matter of things. In Gideon's case, he is a treasure trove of knowledge, having learned of the cultures and courtesies of all the children of Lyreneth... or at least, all except the vicious Bastelians and the elusive Harpies. When asked, he can recall general knowledge of most of the people and lands of Lyreneth, from the crafts of the Krysa to the... dietary tips of the Valtem. However, aside from the Raam, Gideon does not possess any deeper secrets of the other races aside from what is known at a surface level. After all, he focused on the quantity of accumulated knowledge, rather than the quality.

Inventory:

• A weathered spear that still maintains its strength despite being used for twenty years. Perhaps it is a testament to Raam craftsmanship, or more likely, it has been maintained by Gideon on his travels. Long enough to also be used as a nifty walking stick.
• A craftsman's hammer, albeit too small to be utilized as a weapon. A treasured keepsake of Gideon's origins. Reliable climber's tool, surprisingly enough.
• Holy symbol of Grams, a small tablet engraved with many individual squares, a representation of the solidarity of the Raam, as well as their very low numbers. Could also be interpreted as an unbreakable formation of soldiers.
• Layers of padded furs that serve both as armor and insulation for the cold. Multiple layers of fabric and fur allow protection against piercing attacks. Quite comfortable to sleep in, as well.
• A traveler's cloak, stitched with different quilted fabrics of the many cultures of Lyreneth. Despite this, it appears painfully modest. Protects against both the elements and home-sickness.
• Soil samples. From everywhere. Everywhere.
• A confusing medicinal kit made for Raam physiology.
• Notebook mostly containing random musings, albeit codified like an encyclopedia. Possesses a drawing for almost every people.

Name: Tarryon (Riventor)
Gender: Male
Race Human

Appearance:
Talion is a well-built man thanks to living off the wilderness most of the time. He typically wears an adventurer outfit, a set of leather armor over his green tunic and trousers. Worn, leather boots on his feet and fingerless gloves for his hands.

Bio:
Tarryon is one of three children of the Riventor family, a human clan known for their skills and discipline and has close ties to the Apostles. Ever since birth, Tarryon seemed to be the most indolent of the three, preferring to indulge in the riches of his family than training or honing useful skills. The family thought Talion was just enjoying his childhood and that, he would soon learn responsibility by watching his siblings. But that never happened, Tarryon became an adolescent still enjoying leisure without a care in the world.

The Riventors thought it was high time for Tarryon to start pulling his own weight, or else be kicked out. They forced him to begin learning some combat skills, of which he surprisingly excelled at, but Tarryon began to resent his family for disrupting his lifestyle. Still, Tarryon didn't want to lose the roof over his head and dutifully did his training, hoping to maybe land a cushy job where he could resume enjoying the benefits of his family name.

But his family had other plans for him, Tarryon would be to formally join the Apostles of Rheane and pledge his service in protecting mankind. Tarryon knew what that entailed, he's heard the stories, he'd never enjoy a day to himself ever again. He promptly fled with whatever he could bring under the darkness of the night.

However, Tarryon did not think out his escape. He realized he could not use his family name, and the name commanded less and less respect the farther he went from home. Each day since then, Tarryon was forced to lean on his skills to survive and learned that lazy personalities was not endearing to anyone. The runaway noble boy was forced to wear a mask that he could never take off, and began traveling to... well, not even he knows why he's traveling. A miracle, perhaps.

His latest destination was Dawn, a quaint little human village covered by snow. Tarryon planned for a temporary stop here, maybe earn some money and food by hunting game in the surrounding forests. But then, the Elder Beast Azral Suralng decided to take a walk.

Goals:
"I'd like to never, ever work a day in my life. If I wanted delicious food, it would be served to me without question. If I wanted to sleep all day, no one would disturb me. But no one in the world is willing to put up with that kind of guy, right? And now you think I'm a spoiled little brat for desiring that. Tch, whatever."

Skills:

• Adaptability: Humans, while they bear no special natural born talents, their limit for growth and power is near infinite should they choose to cultivate said power. They, in their finite lives will find it easier to learn new skills and adapt to new situations if they put their mind to it.
• Marksman: While knowing how to fight, Tarryon was particularly outstanding with archery. Able to hit small. distant or moving targets, he became even more skilled with the bow after fleeing home. Tarryon became very familiar with shooting arrows at wild animals for food to eat, pelts to sell, or as pests to control.
• Tracker: Shooting arrows at an animal was one thing, finding one was another. Tarryon had to learn to navigate the wilderness, becoming very able in looking for clues and signs of the prey. Also came in handy when Tarryon had to simply look for rare herbs or exotic plants for alchemists.

Inventory:

• Quality Longbow: Tarryon's trusty bow pilfered from the Riventor armory and has served its runaway master ever since. Mighty is its string and smooth is its body.
• Hunting Knife: One cannot venture into the wilds without one of these bad boys.
• Quiver Of Arrows: Tarryon hates losing even one arrow since that means he would have to purchase more. Arrows were more expensive than he previously thought.
• Set Of Noble Clothes: The outfit Tarryon wore when he fled his home. It could fetch a nice price but Tarryon keeps it, hoping and dreaming that one day he could return to that kind of life.

Appearance

A young woman with unbridled curiosity, enthusiasm and friendly charm, her striking white hair make her stand out in a crowd. Yet for her personality, there is something about her quartz-gray eyes that belies deeper experience. She is often found with her smart looking heavy armored coat, which holds a surprising number of knickknacks within its inner pockets. Its color matches the large royal blue ribbon that she prominently wears on the back of her head. She outwardly identifies as and is effectively indistinguishable from being human, unless directly asked.

Bio

Lissa had been born for a specific purpose. A specific purpose that she was paradoxically very good at, and rather terrible at, all in the same breath. For her purpose was to live among the humans, emulate them, gain their trust, and bring as many advantages and resources back to her people as possible, even if she had to ultimately cross those that she lived among.

To that end, she was created differently from most of the other Raam by her god. At the expense of durability, she had been granted a lighter, more agile frame compared to her peers, one that wouldn’t sink like a stone in water, and could move and fight like any other human. Taking up the trade of a merchant, she would spend a good several years with her peers in and around Allohold, playing at a double life as she lived amongst the humans in the outer parts of the city and in their outer lying settlements before her true purpose called, to live among the humans, starting with the Apostles, to integrate with them, gain experience from them, discretely secure resources, and most importantly of all, discover and relay any threats that arose from the enemies of Gram and the Raam.

With her human demeanor, seemingly natural ability, and affable personality, Lissa was easily welcomed by the otherwise hostile Apostles in one of their cities as one of their own. There, she would work to subvert their goals against her people if she found any, and act as an alarm for any coming threats she detected.

But for as long as she could remember, she had always been fascinated by the societies around her, their cities, the way they interacted, but perhaps the most, the people that simply lived within it all and their plight. It could be said she blended in far too well for her own good, because in the end, she had fallen in love with the humans and races that she observed, as flawed as they were. She simply empathized far too much to work against them. Perhaps, then, she had been created defective, deviating from the role assigned to her in life. Or, perhaps not; for she had been given a broad directive to do what she saw as best fit for her people and those around her.

Rocked by the aftermath of a destructive series of skirmishes between her human hosts and her own people, she decided to move on. Torn between the loyalty to her own kind and the desire to help others, she set out to journey the land, experiencing what she could, and helping out where she could.

On the road she remained for several years, often making a point to travel to not only major cities, but smaller, more isolated settlements. Occasionally, she would detour to certain landmarks, thoughtfully collecting objects and materials of interest, often to send back home to her fellow Raam.

Taking up trade as a part-time traveling merchant and using her gifted skills to fill out the rest to sustain her own travels, her path eventually took her to the north.

It was only natural, then, that when she came across a small hamlet in peril there that she would stay and render upon it as much aid as she could.

Goals

To help out others in their times of need; to experience their culture and food, and, never forgetting her origins, seeking out and recovering resources and information to send back to her fellow Raam, and making a little for herself as well. Perhaps, in the process, discovering a little about the truth of the world and herself in doing so.

Skills

Body of Reforged Steel - The unique physiology of the Raam. In Lissa’s case, she trades a little bit of her race’s more durable traits for a human-like agility and general endurance to the elements, primarily when it comes to their allergy to water.

Resource-minded – Years of experience through many cities and regions have given her a good eye for the disposition of markets, their resources, and their prices, movements, and the people that follow them.

Swordscraft – Like many of her fellow Raam, she has an uncanny proficiency in combat. Unlike them, however, is her preference and skill in using a blade, her particular two-handed style picked up under the tutelage of a small knightly order that she had stayed with and assisted for some time.

Inventory

• A well maintained longsword and its leather sheath. Nothing special, but it remains a treasured gift from a family that she had once given succor to several years ago.
• A knife. Used for second line of defense, or far more commonly, as a tool. Weathered, but as sharp as the day she bought it.
• An armored coat. It looks new, but in reality, it has been carefullu repaired and retailored over the years. It has a nice matching cloak. Although her body is already strong, it is lined with lightweight chainmail as further protection. Has many inner pockets with lots of room for activities. The meticulously polished segmentata plates affixed to its shoulders are the only original part, having been part of her gear when she had first left Allohold.
• A nice coinpurse. Contains a not insubstantial stack of gold and silver, the sum of her savings of her travels over the years. It is somewhat unusual for her to have this much at once, but she recently divested herself of some more cumbersome belongings.
• Holy Symbol of Grams. Something more to remind herself of her true home and origins.
• A collection of small miscellaneous tools. Some things that she has found useful in various enough situations to keep on her person on a permanent basis. Most of it is for the repair and maintenance of equipment.

Name: Brokentoothed Mathy The Rock-Biter.
Gender: Female.
Race: Valtem.
Appearance:

She's relatively short and scaley to boot. While her species varies from person to person she's something of an atypical specimen. Her scales are a pallid green color reminiscent of rotting fish. Her hair is long, straight and blacker than the depths of the sea. It's also typically wet much like most of herself. Physically if one were to describe her from looking at her they'd probably say something to the effect of "If someone gave an eel arms and a human-ish head." The head is only human-ish as her teeth set her well apart from even her more fang-laden sisters as her teeth, like a shark's, grow endlessly. This means she has to essentially break her own teeth down just so they'll still fit in her mouth. This process leaves her mouth continuously bleeding from her cracked teeth, nerves often left exposed which is quite painful indeed. Her tongue is also much too long, fitting awkwardly in her mouth and also possessing a row of teeth. Her outer teeth are more for biting into prey while her tongue tears chunks off and swallows them. Adding to the blood that drips from her broken teeth is the cuts along her tongue as her speaking often results in her biting her tongue often. Her eyes are a cold, dark grey with a predator's gleam. This all comes together to create the menacing visage of this sorry creature.

Bio:

When one rolls the lottery of life some people win and some people lose. Mathy is one such loser.

Unlike her sisters who all came out as the sailors dreams of mermaids and sea maidens she was more akin to something out of their nightmares. Her teeth grow too quickly and since her childhood she's had to gnaw on rocks just so her teeth could still fit inside her mouth. Unlike the rest of her sisters she had no talent for water magic. She was unwanted, deemed unsuitable for the priestess-hood for reasons undisclosed to her. Even her parents had little hopes for her achieving much beyond becoming a simple hunter amidst their kind.

Though pushed to become a deadly hunter she resented her prettier peers for they always looked down upon her. She was never good enough to excel in the things which made a Valtem great. At the young age of twelve she had begun her rebellious phase and left her home, determined to make a life for herself beyond the shallow confines of the sea caverns she called home. With her hunting spear and coral chest plate she ventured forth into the bold outer seas...

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And immediately got the snot pummeled out of her by a bastelian slave ship who grabbed her and threw her in with the rest of the slaves. Eventually they docked and she was sold off to a local fish marketer who put her to work gutting and cleaning fish along with other demeaning chores. She worked for about five years before a massive tidal wave hit the port, causing a great deal of damage and providing the perfect opportunity for her to escape.

From then on she traveled the shores more warily, shying away from civilization and hunting fish in the wild waters. She followed a school of fish, migrating across the waters for three long years. They were quite calm and peaceful but ultimately lonely as well. Though antisocial she definitely felt the isolation and even a bit of home sickness.

This lasted until she happened upon a peaceful fishing canoe from the harbor of Dawn. They had a nice pile of fish so she figured she'd pop up, scare them and steal their fish however when she surfaced one gave her a wave. It wasn't an attack or a frightened cry but something far more peaceful. The attention also made her self conscious so she dove back down, hiding beneath the depths.

She was wary and cynical towards the world but the people from that boat gave her something she hadn't had before: Hope. The people of this town might not be as bad as the awful, foul tempered cat people she had been enslaved by. Perhaps these people wouldn't try to attack her or bind her in chains again. When she peaked out they greeted her and she greeted them back. Their greeting was short lived and she dove back under into the safety of the waters of course but it was a start.

She had made a decent living now at age twenty, still gutting and cleaning fish but now she was keeping her own profits. Perhaps one day she could be her own boss and make a real move towards becoming a full fledged business fish.

Well, at least until she got turned into an ice cube.

Goals:

To become queen of the pirates To start up a legitimate business and run a powerful business empire so she'll be nobody's subject ever again and no one will ever look down on her for her horrific looks and then she'll be the one laughing at all those stuck-up preppy priestesses and- This continues on well past the span of anyone's interests.

Skills:

|Spear Fishing Sea-Warrior|: She has been trained since a young age the art of hunting with a spear. Her main prey was fish both big and small and it was typically underwater. Still, she's fit and strong thanks to all the swimming and spear-stabbing.

|Butcher|: She's no stranger to the insides and out of various creatures, especially marine life forms. She's quite accustomed to the meats of many different things and is skilled in both skinning and scaling the dead. Her knife-work is quite impressive on living things too.

|Blessing of Lavetha|: Valtem possess a special connection to Valla Lavetha. As their 'mother' and creator, they carry with them the blessing of the sea, and allows them to use water based magics as a natural talent.

Inventory:

A fishing spear.
A net for holding fish.
A purse for holding coins.

Extra note: Her name's actually Macilia but due to her speech impediment aka her teeth people hear it as "Mathy" and have dubbed her as such.