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SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

Lean and of average height, Sikhandyn is easily identified as a half-elf. He is quite handsome, with his deep light blue eyes, delicate facial features and his neat, well-groomed beard - except for a small scar under his chin he got in a tavern brawl.

 
An aura of mystery emanates from the young man, and one would be hard-pressed to tell what hides behind his fascinating eyes and charming conversation; a rich and deep mind for some, a tortured soul for others. A slight, mischievous smile often plays about his lips as if from some inner amusement or secret satisfaction - adding to the confusion of his detractors.

Sikhandyn likes to wear blue clothes that match his eye color, typically scholarly robes - a sign of his attachment to the Arcane tradition and of his respect for his mentor Melk.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Sikhandyn had always been a let-down.
 

He was a let-down when, at the age of ten, he witnessed the murder of his mother and younger brother at the hands of bandits, petrified with fright, unable to call for help, let alone try a desperate attack to rescue his family.

His mother and brother were the only two people in the world who really mattered to him. 

The son of Ras, - a human -, and Sasha Aewynn, - an elf -, a couple of innkeepers and proud owners of [I]The Five Roses[/I] in United Lestoru, Sikhandyn spent his childhood helping his parents run their inn, most of the time by serving the customers, and also occasionally as a stable boy. His human father treated him extremely harshly, never hesitating to beat him up when he failed to immediately answer his call or when a customer had the slightest complain about the service. Ras would sometimes lock him in the cellar, “just to teach him”. Truth be told, that time spent alone in the dark taught him very little. 

His mother Sasha, on the other hand, had a gentler, more loving approach; she saw the boy’s true potential in his people skills and in the jokes he shared with the patrons when no bard was available to perform.  She tried to convince her husband to send the boy to a good school, but to no avail, as Ras needed the extra help and would not spend coin on an education which would be of little benefit to his business, and probably to the child as well. But who knows; she might have succeeded in convincing him - had she not lost her life in that ambush.
 

He was a let-down four years later, when his old father asked him to find a job to make a living, as his business as an innkeeper was declining and would soon become insufficient to support them both. But nothing interested Sikhandyn. His contempt for any occupation involving physical effort made it difficult for him to find an employer. He therefore tried to work as a clerk, but could not focus on the routine of the job; he was more interested in spending his father's last coins with other teenagers, drinking, gambling - and sometimes even on girls. Upon discovering his daily activities, his father kicked Sikhandyn out of the family house. The boy wandered from city to city.

He was a let-down a few months later, in the city of Musmer, when he tried to rob the old man, Melk, who had accepted to offer him some food and a bed for the night. Melk woke up in the middle of the night, and found Sikhandyn pocketing a few silver pieces he had found in a cupboard... Yet instead of reacting with hostility, Melk took pity of the young boy, and decided to help him.

Melk, as it turns out, knew many things.

Melk could grow flowers - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn liked growing flowers, because they were colourful and radiated beauty. He became less reckless and more patient. Melk could paint - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn loved painting, because of the richness of colors. The boy's creativity and ingenuity grew, as he each of his paintings conveyed unique sensations of movement, volume, space or light. He also became more focused and attentive, because mastering his art required the old man's guidance.

The old man was sick, and had come to consider Sikhandyn as his own son. He perfected the boy's reading and writing skills. Seeing the progress of Sikhandyn, Melk decided to trust the boy with his most important secret.
Melk knew magic and could cast spells - and he tried to teach the boy. And Sikhandyn discovered a new universe, with its own languages and laws. He worked day and night to learn more, eagerly asking questions to his master. And the old man was delighted by Sikhandyn's passion and enthusiasm. He spent entire days sharing the secrets of the Arcane with Sikhandyn. But something unexpected happened; Sikhandyn's approach to magic turned out to be much more intuitive than a wizard's; it became clear to Melk that his apprentice was in fact destined to be a sorcerer. To most wizards, teaching magic and the Arcane to a sorcerer would amount to casting pearls before swine, but not to Melk. He taught his apprentice how to channel his inborn abilities, and succeeded in making him a full-fledged sorcerer.   

Melk taught the young man everything he could in the time he had.

Yet he did not have much time. Teaching the boy had brought joy to Melk, a deep feeling of satisfaction he had not felt in decades. Yet the sickness was taking away his vital strengths.
And then one morning, Melk did not wake up.

The old man's death proved devastating to Sikhandyn. But he acted as Melk would have expected him to. He informed the old man's few friends, arranged the funerals, and took care of Melk's affairs. The old man had left him all his belongings, but the thought of staying alone in the empty old house scared Sikhandyn. 
The young man gathered some clothes, silver and provisions, and locked the heavy door behind him. For the past two months, he had been plagued with the same cryptic and disturbing nightmare and visions. Those visions invariably hinted at a danger in the Anthropoi Republic, and somehow he knew that he had to head to the city of Baromenes.

The world was calling. A new chapter of his life had begun. A quest for adventure. A quest for knowledge and mastery. A quest for friends he would not let down.

SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

Lean and of average height, Sikhandyn is easily identified as a half-elf. He is quite handsome, with his deep light blue eyes, delicate facial features and his neat, well-groomed beard - except for a small scar under his chin he got in a tavern brawl.

 
An aura of mystery emanates from the young man, and one would be hard-pressed to tell what hides behind his fascinating eyes and charming conversation; a rich and deep mind for some, a tortured soul for others. A slight, mischievous smile often plays about his lips as if from some inner amusement or secret satisfaction - adding to the confusion of his detractors.

Sikhandyn likes to wear blue clothes that match his eye color, typically scholarly robes - a sign of his attachment to the Arcane tradition and of his respect for his mentor Melk.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Sikhandyn had always been a let-down.
 

He was a let-down when, at the age of ten, he witnessed the murder of his mother and younger brother at the hands of bandits, petrified with fright, unable to call for help, let alone try a desperate attack to rescue his family.

His mother and brother were the only two people in the world who really mattered to him. 

The son of Ras, - a human -, and Sasha Aewynn, - an elf -, a couple of innkeepers and proud owners of [I]The Five Roses[/I] in United Lestoru, Sikhandyn spent his childhood helping his parents run their inn, most of the time by serving the customers, and also occasionally as a stable boy. His human father treated him extremely harshly, never hesitating to beat him up when he failed to immediately answer his call or when a customer had the slightest complain about the service. Ras would sometimes lock him in the cellar, “just to teach him”. Truth be told, that time spent alone in the dark taught him very little. 

His mother Sasha, on the other hand, had a gentler, more loving approach; she saw the boy’s true potential in his people skills and in the jokes he shared with the patrons when no bard was available to perform.  She tried to convince her husband to send the boy to a good school, but to no avail, as Ras needed the extra help and would not spend coin on an education which would be of little benefit to his business, and probably to the child as well. But who knows; she might have succeeded in convincing him - had she not lost her life in that ambush.
 

He was a let-down four years later, when his old father asked him to find a job to make a living, as his business as an innkeeper was declining and would soon become insufficient to support them both. But nothing interested Sikhandyn. His contempt for any occupation involving physical effort made it difficult for him to find an employer. He therefore tried to work as a clerk, but could not focus on the routine of the job; he was more interested in spending his father's last coins with other teenagers, drinking, gambling - and sometimes even on girls. Upon discovering his daily activities, his father kicked Sikhandyn out of the family house. The boy wandered from city to city.

He was a let-down a few months later, in the city of Musmer, when he tried to rob the old man, Melk, who had accepted to offer him some food and a bed for the night. Melk woke up in the middle of the night, and found Sikhandyn pocketing a few silver pieces he had found in a cupboard... Yet instead of reacting with hostility, Melk took pity of the young boy, and decided to help him.

Melk, as it turns out, knew many things.

Melk could grow flowers - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn liked growing flowers, because they were colourful and radiated beauty. He became less reckless and more patient. Melk could paint - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn loved painting, because of the richness of colors. The boy's creativity and ingenuity grew, as he each of his paintings conveyed unique sensations of movement, volume, space or light. He also became more focused and attentive, because mastering his art required the old man's guidance.

The old man was sick, and had come to consider Sikhandyn as his own son. He perfected the boy's reading and writing skills. Seeing the progress of Sikhandyn, Melk decided to trust the boy with his most important secret.
Melk knew magic and could cast spells - and he tried to teach the boy. And Sikhandyn discovered a new universe, with its own languages and laws. He worked day and night to learn more, eagerly asking questions to his master. And the old man was delighted by Sikhandyn's passion and enthusiasm. He spent entire days sharing the secrets of the Arcane with Sikhandyn. But something unexpected happened; Sikhandyn's approach to magic turned out to be much more intuitive than a wizard's; it became clear to Melk that his apprentice was in fact destined to be a sorcerer. To most wizards, teaching magic and the Arcane to a sorcerer would amount to casting pearls before swine, but not to Melk. He taught his apprentice how to channel his inborn abilities, and succeeded in making him a full-fledged sorcerer.   

Melk taught the young man everything he could in the time he had.

Yet he did not have much time. Teaching the boy had brought joy to Melk, a deep feeling of satisfaction he had not felt in decades. Yet the sickness was taking away his vital strengths.
And then one morning, Melk did not wake up.

The old man's death proved devastating to Sikhandyn. But he acted as Melk would have expected him to. He informed the old man's few friends, arranged the funerals, and took care of Melk's affairs. The old man had left him all his belongings, but the thought of staying alone in the empty old house scared Sikhandyn. 
The young man gathered some clothes, silver and provisions, and locked the heavy door behind him. For the past two months, he had been plagued with the same cryptic and disturbing nightmare and visions. Those visions invariably hinted at a danger in the Anthropoi Republic, and somehow he knew that he had to head to the city of Baromenes.

The world was calling. A new chapter of his life had begun. A quest for adventure. A quest for knowledge and mastery. A quest for friends he would not let down.

SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

Lean and of average height, Sikhandyn is easily identified as a half-elf. He is quite handsome, with his deep light blue eyes, delicate facial features and his neat, well-groomed beard - except for a small scar under his chin he got in a tavern brawl.

 
An aura of mystery emanates from the young man, and one would be hard-pressed to tell what hides behind his fascinating eyes and charming conversation; a rich and deep mind for some, a tortured soul for others. A slight, mischievous smile often plays about his lips as if from some inner amusement or secret satisfaction - adding to the confusion of his detractors.

Sikhandyn likes to wear blue clothes that match his eye color, typically scholarly robes - a sign of his attachment to the Arcane tradition and of his respect for his mentor Melk.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Sikhandyn had always been a let-down.
 

He was a let-down when, at the age of ten, he witnessed the murder of his mother and younger brother at the hands of bandits, petrified with fright, unable to call for help, let alone try a desperate attack to rescue his family.

His mother and brother were the only two people in the world who really mattered to him. 

The son of Ras, - a human -, and Sasha Aewynn, - an elf -, a couple of innkeepers and proud owners of [I]The Five Roses[/I] in United Lestoru, Sikhandyn spent his childhood helping his parents run their inn, most of the time by serving the customers, and also occasionally as a stable boy. His human father treated him extremely harshly, never hesitating to beat him up when he failed to immediately answer his call or when a customer had the slightest complain about the service. Ras would sometimes lock him in the cellar, “just to teach him”. Truth be told, that time spent alone in the dark taught him very little. 

His mother Sasha, on the other hand, had a gentler, more loving approach; she saw the boy’s true potential in his people skills and in the jokes he shared with the patrons when no bard was available to perform.  She tried to convince her husband to send the boy to a good school, but to no avail, as Ras needed the extra help and would not spend coin on an education which would be of little benefit to his business, and probably to the child as well. But who knows; she might have succeeded in convincing him - had she not lost her life in that ambush.
 

He was a let-down four years later, when his old father asked him to find a job to make a living, as his business as an innkeeper was declining and would soon become insufficient to support them both. But nothing interested Sikhandyn. His contempt for any occupation involving physical effort made it difficult for him to find an employer. He therefore tried to work as a clerk, but could not focus on the routine of the job; he was more interested in spending his father's last coins with other teenagers, drinking, gambling - and sometimes even on girls. Upon discovering his daily activities, his father kicked Sikhandyn out of the family house. The boy wandered from city to city.

He was a let-down a few months later, in the city of Musmer, when he tried to rob the old man, Melk, who had accepted to offer him some food and a bed for the night. Melk woke up in the middle of the night, and found Sikhandyn pocketing a few silver pieces he had found in a cupboard... Yet instead of reacting with hostility, Melk took pity of the young boy, and decided to help him.

Melk, as it turns out, knew many things.

Melk could grow flowers - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn liked growing flowers, because they were colourful and radiated beauty. He became less reckless and more patient. Melk could paint - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn loved painting, because of the richness of colors. The boy's creativity and ingenuity grew, as he each of his paintings conveyed unique sensations of movement, volume, space or light. He also became more focused and attentive, because mastering his art required the old man's guidance.

The old man was sick, and had come to consider Sikhandyn as his own son. He perfected the boy's reading and writing skills. Seeing the progress of Sikhandyn, Melk decided to trust the boy with his most important secret.
Melk knew magic and could cast spells - and he tried to teach the boy. And Sikhandyn discovered a new universe, with its own languages and laws. He worked day and night to learn more, eagerly asking questions to his master. And the old man was delighted by Sikhandyn's passion and enthusiasm. He spent entire days sharing the secrets of the Arcane with Sikhandyn. But something unexpected happened; Sikhandyn's approach to magic turned out to be much more intuitive than a wizard's; it became clear to Melk that his apprentice was in fact destined to be a sorcerer. To most wizards, teaching magic and the Arcane to a sorcerer would amount to casting pearls before swine, but not to Melk. He taught his apprentice how to channel his inborn abilities, and succeeded in making him a full-fledged sorcerer.   

Melk taught the young man everything he could in the time he had.

Yet he did not have much time. Teaching the boy had brought joy to Melk, a deep feeling of satisfaction he had not felt in decades. Yet the sickness was taking away his vital strengths.
And then one morning, Melk did not wake up.

The old man's death proved devastating to Sikhandyn. But he acted as Melk would have expected him to. He informed the old man's few friends, arranged the funerals, and took care of Melk's affairs. The old man had left him all his belongings, but the thought of staying alone in the empty old house scared Sikhandyn. 
The young man gathered some clothes, silver and provisions, and locked the heavy door behind him. For the past two months, he had been plagued with the same cryptic and disturbing nightmare and visions. Those visions invariably hinted at a danger in the Anthropoi Republic, and somehow he knew that he had to head to the city of Baromenes.

The world was calling. A new chapter of his life had begun. A quest for adventure. A quest for knowledge and mastery. A quest for friends he would not let down.

SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

She stood before the mirror in her room above This is the Way, as she did every morning. Her pale blue eyes, the color of a frozen lake, stared back at her. Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros stood there wondering. Wondering when she would be able to afford an apartment and not a room. Wondering when her partner would realize they need to charge full price to every customer for their services. Wondering when she would stop focusing on Zobeck so she could bring answers to her family and prove to the River Court that there was something to investigate regarding her sister’s death. Wondering when the Void would open up all its mysteries to her.

"Ugh." She moaned to herself as her thin hands reached up to her face in frustration. Her bony fingers pushed through her long brown hair, the color of ash trees. Loose strands fell to the sides, but she pulled most of the mass of thick locks into a short braid before tying it at the nape of her neck, letting the tendrils of waves loose to fall upon her back or over her shoulder.

The scent of bacon, sausage, eggs, butter, bread, and cheese wafted through the floorboards, causing her nose to wrinkle. Matylda enjoyed all those items, but humans liked far heavier meals than she had ever been able to get used to. Her lithe frame spoke of her eating habits. Many small meals throughout the day, not two or three large ones. But she knew Sture would have her usual waiting, a simple piece of toast, a few slices of sausage and fresh fruit, along with a cup of hot tea.

The elven woman slipped on her customary olive green pants. The color and fit were uniquely hers, they draped loosely from her hips waving in the wind as she walked. So very different from the tight-fitted attire most women wore. Her black long-sleeved shirt, however, was a snug fit, revealing her curves, but the high-neck hid the valuables from prying eyes. Finally, before leaving for her morning meal, Matylda secured the silver clasp and chain to her ear. Although she had left the River Court, some traditions remained. This was one.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Sikhandyn had always been a let-down.
 

He was a let-down when, at the age of ten, he witnessed the murder of his mother and younger brother at the hands of bandits, petrified with fright, unable to call for help, let alone try a desperate attack to rescue his family.

His mother and brother were the only two people in the world who really mattered to him. 

The son of Ras, - a human -, and Sasha Aewynn, - an elf -, a couple of innkeepers and proud owners of [I]The Five Roses[/I] in United Lestoru, Sikhandyn spent his childhood helping his parents run their inn, most of the time by serving the customers, and also occasionally as a stable boy. His human father treated him extremely harshly, never hesitating to beat him up when he failed to immediately answer his call or when a customer had the slightest complain about the service. Ras would sometimes lock him in the cellar, “just to teach him”. Truth be told, that time spent alone in the dark taught him very little. 

His mother Sasha, on the other hand, had a gentler, more loving approach; she saw the boy’s true potential in his people skills and in the jokes he shared with the patrons when no bard was available to perform.  She tried to convince her husband to send the boy to a good school, but to no avail, as Ras needed the extra help and would not spend coin on an education which would be of little benefit to his business, and probably to the child as well. But who knows; she might have succeeded in convincing him - had she not lost her life in that ambush.
 

He was a let-down four years later, when his old father asked him to find a job to make a living, as his business as an innkeeper was declining and would soon become insufficient to support them both. But nothing interested Sikhandyn. His contempt for any occupation involving physical effort made it difficult for him to find an employer. He therefore tried to work as a clerk, but could not focus on the routine of the job; he was more interested in spending his father's last coins with other teenagers, drinking, gambling - and sometimes even on girls. Upon discovering his daily activities, his father kicked Sikhandyn out of the family house. The boy wandered from city to city.

He was a let-down a few months later, in the city of Musmer, when he tried to rob the old man, Melk, who had accepted to offer him some food and a bed for the night. Melk woke up in the middle of the night, and found Sikhandyn pocketing a few silver pieces he had found in a cupboard... Yet instead of reacting with hostility, Melk took pity of the young boy, and decided to help him.

Melk, as it turns out, knew many things.

Melk could grow flowers - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn liked growing flowers, because they were colourful and radiated beauty. He became less reckless and more patient. Melk could paint - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn loved painting, because of the richness of colors. The boy's creativity and ingenuity grew, as he each of his paintings conveyed unique sensations of movement, volume, space or light. He also became more focused and attentive, because mastering his art required the old man's guidance.

The old man was sick, and had come to consider Sikhandyn as his own son. He perfected the boy's reading and writing skills. Seeing the progress of Sikhandyn, Melk decided to trust the boy with his most important secret.
Melk knew magic and could cast spells - and he tried to teach the boy. And Sikhandyn discovered a new universe, with its own languages and laws. He worked day and night to learn more, eagerly asking questions to his master. And the old man was delighted by Sikhandyn's passion and enthusiasm. He spent entire days sharing the secrets of the Arcane with Sikhandyn. But something unexpected happened; Sikhandyn's approach to magic turned out to be much more intuitive than a wizard's; it became clear to Melk that his apprentice was in fact destined to be a sorcerer. To most wizards, teaching magic and the Arcane to a sorcerer would amount to casting pearls before swine, but not to Melk. He taught his apprentice how to channel his inborn abilities, and succeeded in making him a full-fledged sorcerer.   

Melk taught the young man everything he could in the time he had.

Yet he did not have much time. Teaching the boy had brought joy to Melk, a deep feeling of satisfaction he had not felt in decades. Yet the sickness was taking away his vital strengths.
And then one morning, Melk did not wake up.

The old man's death proved devastating to Sikhandyn. But he acted as Melk would have expected him to. He informed the old man's few friends, arranged the funerals, and took care of Melk's affairs. The old man had left him all his belongings, but the thought of staying alone in the empty old house scared Sikhandyn. 
The young man gathered some clothes, silver and provisions, and locked the heavy door behind him. For the past two months, he had been plagued with the same cryptic and disturbing nightmare and visions. Those visions invariably hinted at a danger in the Anthropoi Republic, and somehow he knew that he had to head to the city of Baromenes.

The world was calling. A new chapter of his life had begun. A quest for adventure. A quest for knowledge and mastery. A quest for friends he would not let down.

SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

She stood before the mirror in her room above This is the Way, as she did every morning. Her pale blue eyes, the color of a frozen lake, stared back at her. Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros stood there wondering. Wondering when she would be able to afford an apartment and not a room. Wondering when her partner would realize they need to charge full price to every customer for their services. Wondering when she would stop focusing on Zobeck so she could bring answers to her family and prove to the River Court that there was something to investigate regarding her sister’s death. Wondering when the Void would open up all its mysteries to her.

"Ugh." She moaned to herself as her thin hands reached up to her face in frustration. Her bony fingers pushed through her long brown hair, the color of ash trees. Loose strands fell to the sides, but she pulled most of the mass of thick locks into a short braid before tying it at the nape of her neck, letting the tendrils of waves loose to fall upon her back or over her shoulder.

The scent of bacon, sausage, eggs, butter, bread, and cheese wafted through the floorboards, causing her nose to wrinkle. Matylda enjoyed all those items, but humans liked far heavier meals than she had ever been able to get used to. Her lithe frame spoke of her eating habits. Many small meals throughout the day, not two or three large ones. But she knew Sture would have her usual waiting, a simple piece of toast, a few slices of sausage and fresh fruit, along with a cup of hot tea.

The elven woman slipped on her customary olive green pants. The color and fit were uniquely hers, they draped loosely from her hips waving in the wind as she walked. So very different from the tight-fitted attire most women wore. Her black long-sleeved shirt, however, was a snug fit, revealing her curves, but the high-neck hid the valuables from prying eyes. Finally, before leaving for her morning meal, Matylda secured the silver clasp and chain to her ear. Although she had left the River Court, some traditions remained. This was one.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Sikhandyn had always been a let-down.
He was a let-down when, at the age of ten, he witnessed the murder of his mother and younger brother at the hands of bandits, petrified with fright, unable to call for help, let alone try a desperate attack to rescue his family.

He was a let-down four years later, when his old father asked him to find a job to make a living, as his business as an innkeeper was declining and would soon become insufficient to support them both. But nothing interested Sikhandyn. His contempt for peasants, blacksmiths, and any occupation involving physical effort made it difficult for him to find an employer. His father had made an effort to provide him with a decent education. He therefore tried to work as a clerk, but could not focus on the routine of the job; he was more interested in spending his father's last coins with other teenagers, drinking, gambling - and sometimes even on girls. Upon discovering his daily activities, his father kicked Sikhandyn out of the family house. The boy left his native village and wandered from city to city.

He was a let-down a few months later, when he tried to rob the old man, Melk, who had accepted to offer him some food and a bed for the night. Melk woke up in the middle of the night, and found Sikhandyn pocketing a few silver pieces he had found in a cupboard... Yet instead of reacting with hostility, Melk took pity of the young boy, and decided to help him.
Melk, as it turns out, knew many things.
Melk could grow flowers - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn liked growing flowers, because they were colorful and radiated beauty. He became less reckless and more patient. Melk could craft multicolored lanterns - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn liked crafting lanterns, because the designs were different every time, yet always rich and joyful. The boy's creativity and ingenuity grew, as he struggled to give each lamp unique, sophisticated features. He also became more focused and attentive, because mastering his art required the guidance of Melk, and he knew it.

The old man was sick, and had come to consider Sikhandyn as his own son. He perfected the boy's reading and writing skills. Seeing the progress of Sikhandyn, Melk decided to trust the boy with his most important secret.
Melk could cast spells - and he taught the boy. And Sikhandyn discovered a new universe, with its own languages and laws. He worked day and night to learn more, eagerly asking questions to his master. And the old man was delighted by Sikhandyn's passion and enthusiasm. He spent entire days sharing the secrets of the Planes with his apprentice; he explained to him the general design of the mysterious ships which sail across the Planes, as well as the basics of their inner workings. Even though that newly acquired knowledge was more theoretical than practical, Sikhandyn began dreaming of piloting or navigating such a ship himself. 

Melk taught the young man everything he could in the time he had.
Yet he did not have much time. Teaching the boy had brought joy to Melk, a deep feeling of satisfaction he had not felt in decades. Yet the sickness was taking away his vital strengths.
And then one morning, Melk did not wake up.
The old man's death proved devastating for Sikhandyn. But he acted as Melk would have expected him to. He informed the old man's few friends, arranged the funerals, and took care of Melk's affairs. The old man had left him all his belongings, but the thought of staying alone in the empty old house scared Sikhandyn. 
The young man gathered some clothes, provisions, and books, and locked the heavy door behind him. The world was calling. A new chapter of his life had begun. A quest for adventure. A quest for knowledge and mastery. A quest for friends he would not let down.

SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

She stood before the mirror in her room above This is the Way, as she did every morning. Her pale blue eyes, the color of a frozen lake, stared back at her. Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros stood there wondering. Wondering when she would be able to afford an apartment and not a room. Wondering when her partner would realize they need to charge full price to every customer for their services. Wondering when she would stop focusing on Zobeck so she could bring answers to her family and prove to the River Court that there was something to investigate regarding her sister’s death. Wondering when the Void would open up all its mysteries to her.

"Ugh." She moaned to herself as her thin hands reached up to her face in frustration. Her bony fingers pushed through her long brown hair, the color of ash trees. Loose strands fell to the sides, but she pulled most of the mass of thick locks into a short braid before tying it at the nape of her neck, letting the tendrils of waves loose to fall upon her back or over her shoulder.

The scent of bacon, sausage, eggs, butter, bread, and cheese wafted through the floorboards, causing her nose to wrinkle. Matylda enjoyed all those items, but humans liked far heavier meals than she had ever been able to get used to. Her lithe frame spoke of her eating habits. Many small meals throughout the day, not two or three large ones. But she knew Sture would have her usual waiting, a simple piece of toast, a few slices of sausage and fresh fruit, along with a cup of hot tea.

The elven woman slipped on her customary olive green pants. The color and fit were uniquely hers, they draped loosely from her hips waving in the wind as she walked. So very different from the tight-fitted attire most women wore. Her black long-sleeved shirt, however, was a snug fit, revealing her curves, but the high-neck hid the valuables from prying eyes. Finally, before leaving for her morning meal, Matylda secured the silver clasp and chain to her ear. Although she had left the River Court, some traditions remained. This was one.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Ulorian the First is an idiot and the Omazeiros family are cowards. It has been over 300 years since she has been to the River Court, but her opinion still holds and will tell any who ask.

For 130 years, Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros had lived in happy ignorant bliss. She played music and danced. Her laughter was contagious to whoever heard it and she flitted from gala to gala without a care in the world. But on her 131st birthday that all changed. Halina was found dead a few miles outside of town. Halina Stefcia Omazeiros, Matylda’s older sister, was found laying on a fey road, unable to be healed. The cause of her death was obvious, she had bled out. However, the clerics could not determine what caused the bleeding. There were no injuries to her body, yet the reports stated her head was cradled in a pool of her own sanguine fluid. The exodus of her life appeared to happen through her nose, ears, mouth, and eyes. The pinch that remained between her brow indicated she suffered through her last moments, but no answers could be provided to the family that loved her.

The youngest of the Omazeiros clan refused to accept what the healers stated. "There are some answers we may never have." It was unfathomable to Matylda that this was a valid response. She was even more infuriated that her parents and siblings buried Halina without demanding further investigations. The headstrong youth took the matter into her own hands.

For 15 years she kept a log of her findings. She visited the site where her sister was found, she interviewed those who discovered her and those who traveled the roads frequently. Matylda used her family’s influence to garner a meeting with their leader, pleading her case that more needed to be done. That there was an unknown threat to their borders. But the King simply thanked her for her concern and told her to leave it to the professionals who had found nothing.

The once sweet and innocent elven maiden became infuriated. Where her laughter had previously caused all others to join her delightful sound, now her sharp clipped words of admonishment caused all to leave her side. The King wanted it left to professionals, and so she would become one. After her meeting with the high court, Matylda announced she was leaving for the Free City of Zobeck to study Criminology. If those who were schooled in the elven city could not find the cause of her sister’s demise, she would seek knowledge from the humans and return to solve the crime with skills her people had forgotten.

Her family was shocked by the announcement. Their youngest was not only stating that the courts had failed Halina, but that humans would be able to offer her knowledge she could not gain in River Court. And even worse, leaving meant they would have to disown her, write her off as though she never existed. In less than 20 years her parents lost two of their four children, her brothers went from having two sisters to none. Matylda knew of the laws, but she hoped her family would be courageous enough to defy them. She was wrong, their status with their people meant more to them.

She slipped out in the middle of the night, knowing there would be no fond farewell. This was easier. A note was left on the kitchen table, promising she would return when she had answers.

The next 300 years found Matylda exactly where she said she would be, not that her family sought her out. Upon arriving in Zobeck, the headstrong elf entered Dorblythe University. After 15 years, she left the campus with four doctorates, Criminal Psychology, Criminology, Forensic Science, and Investigative Reporting. Her excessive knowledge on these topics led to her recruitment with the Praetors. To this day, she is still an advisor, keeping their identities secret. Nearly 100 years later, frustrated by her ineffectiveness with finding any further details on the curious end to her sister's life, Matylda decided to investigate a path towards magical answers. She studied at the Arcane Collegium, utilizing her existing degrees to gain acceptance into the Bardic Criminology degree path.

Throughout her years among the humans, Matylda had experienced many friendships and relationships. However, each ended over time with a feeling of disconnection. Her human companions aged and drifted away from her as she was unable to recognize the burden they felt in keeping up with her ageless youthfulness. They each still hold a place in her heart, and thinks of them with fondness, though a part of her is bitter their short lives prevented a more full relationship. It was early in her dalliance with Nancy that the River Court native met a fellow elf. The night the three of them spent together was memorable, and led to a friendship that has survived the test of time, but also established that romantic endeavors between them would never be.

Matylda and Lyyren found working together enjoyable, however, and joined forces through the Great Revolt, forging their bond in battle. Less than a year later they formed a business to service the community still recovering from their self-inflicted wounds. However, this did not prevent the bardic student from continuing her studies.

While working on a research paper in the City Archives, the elven student came upon a bit of curious information. A detail regarding the fey roads was barely a sidenote on a subject related to Zobeck, however, it piqued her curiosity. The location referenced was near where Halina was found. It may have been nothing, but this was the first time in over two centuries that she had something to go off of. Finally, she would be able to use her education in the field, for the purpose she had been studying!

Lyyren offered to travel with her, knowing the journey was long and potentially interacting with her family or the River Court could be problematic, but she insisted on going alone. Following her memory, Maty first returned to the place where Halina was found. Then, using her notes, she traced her way deep into the wood. Small markings, barely noticed sigils, all led her to an ancient ruin. All that remained was a small stone structure. Her head began to throb, her eyes blurred and blood began to trickle from her nose, but she persevered. Her determination was rewarded with a small tome covered in moss and mold. Cracking open the pages, the bardic student felt herself falling into the foreign script, consumed by it. She heard voices she couldn’t see, she could smell life and death, she could taste the blood pooling in her mouth.

Knowing she had found what caused her sister’s death, but unsure of what it was or what it meant, she took the book and ran. Matylda did not visit her family, she did not return to the River Court to show the King. Instead, she returned to Zobeck where she fervently poured over the new knowledge, hoping to unlock its mysteries. The event had changed her, though she would not admit it. The Arcane Collegium called her new interest the Void. She was told to destroy the tome and forget what she had seen. Refusing to do so, the elf was expelled, once again cast away.

Surprisingly, Lyyren stayed by her side, offering kind words while attempting to get the strong-willed woman to discard the studies on the Void. Over the last 65 years she has toiled away studying all she can on the Void, but the process has been painstakingly slow as the repercussions of the darkness are often mind-numbing. If not for her friendship with the fellow elf, she certainly would have lost her mind decades ago. Her familiar, Wrozka, reminds her of the dangers daily.

SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

She stood before the mirror in her room above This is the Way, as she did every morning. Her pale blue eyes, the color of a frozen lake, stared back at her. Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros stood there wondering. Wondering when she would be able to afford an apartment and not a room. Wondering when her partner would realize they need to charge full price to every customer for their services. Wondering when she would stop focusing on Zobeck so she could bring answers to her family and prove to the River Court that there was something to investigate regarding her sister’s death. Wondering when the Void would open up all its mysteries to her.

"Ugh." She moaned to herself as her thin hands reached up to her face in frustration. Her bony fingers pushed through her long brown hair, the color of ash trees. Loose strands fell to the sides, but she pulled most of the mass of thick locks into a short braid before tying it at the nape of her neck, letting the tendrils of waves loose to fall upon her back or over her shoulder.

The scent of bacon, sausage, eggs, butter, bread, and cheese wafted through the floorboards, causing her nose to wrinkle. Matylda enjoyed all those items, but humans liked far heavier meals than she had ever been able to get used to. Her lithe frame spoke of her eating habits. Many small meals throughout the day, not two or three large ones. But she knew Sture would have her usual waiting, a simple piece of toast, a few slices of sausage and fresh fruit, along with a cup of hot tea.

The elven woman slipped on her customary olive green pants. The color and fit were uniquely hers, they draped loosely from her hips waving in the wind as she walked. So very different from the tight-fitted attire most women wore. Her black long-sleeved shirt, however, was a snug fit, revealing her curves, but the high-neck hid the valuables from prying eyes. Finally, before leaving for her morning meal, Matylda secured the silver clasp and chain to her ear. Although she had left the River Court, some traditions remained. This was one.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Ulorian the First is an idiot and the Omazeiros family are cowards. It has been over 300 years since she has been to the River Court, but her opinion still holds and will tell any who ask.

For 130 years, Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros had lived in happy ignorant bliss. She played music and danced. Her laughter was contagious to whoever heard it and she flitted from gala to gala without a care in the world. But on her 131st birthday that all changed. Halina was found dead a few miles outside of town. Halina Stefcia Omazeiros, Matylda’s older sister, was found laying on a fey road, unable to be healed. The cause of her death was obvious, she had bled out. However, the clerics could not determine what caused the bleeding. There were no injuries to her body, yet the reports stated her head was cradled in a pool of her own sanguine fluid. The exodus of her life appeared to happen through her nose, ears, mouth, and eyes. The pinch that remained between her brow indicated she suffered through her last moments, but no answers could be provided to the family that loved her.

The youngest of the Omazeiros clan refused to accept what the healers stated. "There are some answers we may never have." It was unfathomable to Matylda that this was a valid response. She was even more infuriated that her parents and siblings buried Halina without demanding further investigations. The headstrong youth took the matter into her own hands.

For 15 years she kept a log of her findings. She visited the site where her sister was found, she interviewed those who discovered her and those who traveled the roads frequently. Matylda used her family’s influence to garner a meeting with their leader, pleading her case that more needed to be done. That there was an unknown threat to their borders. But the King simply thanked her for her concern and told her to leave it to the professionals who had found nothing.

The once sweet and innocent elven maiden became infuriated. Where her laughter had previously caused all others to join her delightful sound, now her sharp clipped words of admonishment caused all to leave her side. The King wanted it left to professionals, and so she would become one. After her meeting with the high court, Matylda announced she was leaving for the Free City of Zobeck to study Criminology. If those who were schooled in the elven city could not find the cause of her sister’s demise, she would seek knowledge from the humans and return to solve the crime with skills her people had forgotten.

Her family was shocked by the announcement. Their youngest was not only stating that the courts had failed Halina, but that humans would be able to offer her knowledge she could not gain in River Court. And even worse, leaving meant they would have to disown her, write her off as though she never existed. In less than 20 years her parents lost two of their four children, her brothers went from having two sisters to none. Matylda knew of the laws, but she hoped her family would be courageous enough to defy them. She was wrong, their status with their people meant more to them.

She slipped out in the middle of the night, knowing there would be no fond farewell. This was easier. A note was left on the kitchen table, promising she would return when she had answers.

The next 300 years found Matylda exactly where she said she would be, not that her family sought her out. Upon arriving in Zobeck, the headstrong elf entered Dorblythe University. After 15 years, she left the campus with four doctorates, Criminal Psychology, Criminology, Forensic Science, and Investigative Reporting. Her excessive knowledge on these topics led to her recruitment with the Praetors. To this day, she is still an advisor, keeping their identities secret. Nearly 100 years later, frustrated by her ineffectiveness with finding any further details on the curious end to her sister's life, Matylda decided to investigate a path towards magical answers. She studied at the Arcane Collegium, utilizing her existing degrees to gain acceptance into the Bardic Criminology degree path.

Throughout her years among the humans, Matylda had experienced many friendships and relationships. However, each ended over time with a feeling of disconnection. Her human companions aged and drifted away from her as she was unable to recognize the burden they felt in keeping up with her ageless youthfulness. They each still hold a place in her heart, and thinks of them with fondness, though a part of her is bitter their short lives prevented a more full relationship. It was early in her dalliance with Nancy that the River Court native met a fellow elf. The night the three of them spent together was memorable, and led to a friendship that has survived the test of time, but also established that romantic endeavors between them would never be.

Matylda and Lyyren found working together enjoyable, however, and joined forces through the Great Revolt, forging their bond in battle. Less than a year later they formed a business to service the community still recovering from their self-inflicted wounds. However, this did not prevent the bardic student from continuing her studies.

While working on a research paper in the City Archives, the elven student came upon a bit of curious information. A detail regarding the fey roads was barely a sidenote on a subject related to Zobeck, however, it piqued her curiosity. The location referenced was near where Halina was found. It may have been nothing, but this was the first time in over two centuries that she had something to go off of. Finally, she would be able to use her education in the field, for the purpose she had been studying!

Lyyren offered to travel with her, knowing the journey was long and potentially interacting with her family or the River Court could be problematic, but she insisted on going alone. Following her memory, Maty first returned to the place where Halina was found. Then, using her notes, she traced her way deep into the wood. Small markings, barely noticed sigils, all led her to an ancient ruin. All that remained was a small stone structure. Her head began to throb, her eyes blurred and blood began to trickle from her nose, but she persevered. Her determination was rewarded with a small tome covered in moss and mold. Cracking open the pages, the bardic student felt herself falling into the foreign script, consumed by it. She heard voices she couldn’t see, she could smell life and death, she could taste the blood pooling in her mouth.

Knowing she had found what caused her sister’s death, but unsure of what it was or what it meant, she took the book and ran. Matylda did not visit her family, she did not return to the River Court to show the King. Instead, she returned to Zobeck where she fervently poured over the new knowledge, hoping to unlock its mysteries. The event had changed her, though she would not admit it. The Arcane Collegium called her new interest the Void. She was told to destroy the tome and forget what she had seen. Refusing to do so, the elf was expelled, once again cast away.

Surprisingly, Lyyren stayed by her side, offering kind words while attempting to get the strong-willed woman to discard the studies on the Void. Over the last 65 years she has toiled away studying all she can on the Void, but the process has been painstakingly slow as the repercussions of the darkness are often mind-numbing. If not for her friendship with the fellow elf, she certainly would have lost her mind decades ago. Her familiar, Wrozka, reminds her of the dangers daily.

SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

She stood before the mirror in her room above This is the Way, as she did every morning. Her pale blue eyes, the color of a frozen lake, stared back at her. Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros stood there wondering. Wondering when she would be able to afford an apartment and not a room. Wondering when her partner would realize they need to charge full price to every customer for their services. Wondering when she would stop focusing on Zobeck so she could bring answers to her family and prove to the River Court that there was something to investigate regarding her sister’s death. Wondering when the Void would open up all its mysteries to her.

"Ugh." She moaned to herself as her thin hands reached up to her face in frustration. Her bony fingers pushed through her long brown hair, the color of ash trees. Loose strands fell to the sides, but she pulled most of the mass of thick locks into a short braid before tying it at the nape of her neck, letting the tendrils of waves loose to fall upon her back or over her shoulder.

The scent of bacon, sausage, eggs, butter, bread, and cheese wafted through the floorboards, causing her nose to wrinkle. Matylda enjoyed all those items, but humans liked far heavier meals than she had ever been able to get used to. Her lithe frame spoke of her eating habits. Many small meals throughout the day, not two or three large ones. But she knew Sture would have her usual waiting, a simple piece of toast, a few slices of sausage and fresh fruit, along with a cup of hot tea.

The elven woman slipped on her customary olive green pants. The color and fit were uniquely hers, they draped loosely from her hips waving in the wind as she walked. So very different from the tight-fitted attire most women wore. Her black long-sleeved shirt, however, was a snug fit, revealing her curves, but the high-neck hid the valuables from prying eyes. Finally, before leaving for her morning meal, Matylda secured the silver clasp and chain to her ear. Although she had left the River Court, some traditions remained. This was one.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Ulorian the First is an idiot and the Omazeiros family are cowards. It has been over 300 years since she has been to the River Court, but her opinion still holds and will tell any who ask.

For 130 years, Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros had lived in happy ignorant bliss. She played music and danced. Her laughter was contagious to whoever heard it and she flitted from gala to gala without a care in the world. But on her 131st birthday that all changed. Halina was found dead a few miles outside of town. Halina Stefcia Omazeiros, Matylda’s older sister, was found laying on a fey road, unable to be healed. The cause of her death was obvious, she had bled out. However, the clerics could not determine what caused the bleeding. There were no injuries to her body, yet the reports stated her head was cradled in a pool of her own sanguine fluid. The exodus of her life appeared to happen through her nose, ears, mouth, and eyes. The pinch that remained between her brow indicated she suffered through her last moments, but no answers could be provided to the family that loved her.

The youngest of the Omazeiros clan refused to accept what the healers stated. "There are some answers we may never have." It was unfathomable to Matylda that this was a valid response. She was even more infuriated that her parents and siblings buried Halina without demanding further investigations. The headstrong youth took the matter into her own hands.

For 15 years she kept a log of her findings. She visited the site where her sister was found, she interviewed those who discovered her and those who traveled the roads frequently. Matylda used her family’s influence to garner a meeting with their leader, pleading her case that more needed to be done. That there was an unknown threat to their borders. But the King simply thanked her for her concern and told her to leave it to the professionals who had found nothing.

The once sweet and innocent elven maiden became infuriated. Where her laughter had previously caused all others to join her delightful sound, now her sharp clipped words of admonishment caused all to leave her side. The King wanted it left to professionals, and so she would become one. After her meeting with the high court, Matylda announced she was leaving for the Free City of Zobeck to study Criminology. If those who were schooled in the elven city could not find the cause of her sister’s demise, she would seek knowledge from the humans and return to solve the crime with skills her people had forgotten.

Her family was shocked by the announcement. Their youngest was not only stating that the courts had failed Halina, but that humans would be able to offer her knowledge she could not gain in River Court. And even worse, leaving meant they would have to disown her, write her off as though she never existed. In less than 20 years her parents lost two of their four children, her brothers went from having two sisters to none. Matylda knew of the laws, but she hoped her family would be courageous enough to defy them. She was wrong, their status with their people meant more to them.

She slipped out in the middle of the night, knowing there would be no fond farewell. This was easier. A note was left on the kitchen table, promising she would return when she had answers.

The next 300 years found Matylda exactly where she said she would be, not that her family sought her out. Upon arriving in Zobeck, the headstrong elf entered Dorblythe University. After 15 years, she left the campus with four doctorates, Criminal Psychology, Criminology, Forensic Science, and Investigative Reporting. Her excessive knowledge on these topics led to her recruitment with the Praetors. To this day, she is still an advisor, keeping their identities secret. Nearly 100 years later, frustrated by her ineffectiveness with finding any further details on the curious end to her sister's life, Matylda decided to investigate a path towards magical answers. She studied at the Arcane Collegium, utilizing her existing degrees to gain acceptance into the Bardic Criminology degree path.

Throughout her years among the humans, Matylda had experienced many friendships and relationships. However, each ended over time with a feeling of disconnection. Her human companions aged and drifted away from her as she was unable to recognize the burden they felt in keeping up with her ageless youthfulness. They each still hold a place in her heart, and thinks of them with fondness, though a part of her is bitter their short lives prevented a more full relationship. It was early in her dalliance with Nancy that the River Court native met a fellow elf. The night the three of them spent together was memorable, and led to a friendship that has survived the test of time, but also established that romantic endeavors between them would never be.

Matylda and Lyyren found working together enjoyable, however, and joined forces through the Great Revolt, forging their bond in battle. Less than a year later they formed a business to service the community still recovering from their self-inflicted wounds. However, this did not prevent the bardic student from continuing her studies.

While working on a research paper in the City Archives, the elven student came upon a bit of curious information. A detail regarding the fey roads was barely a sidenote on a subject related to Zobeck, however, it piqued her curiosity. The location referenced was near where Halina was found. It may have been nothing, but this was the first time in over two centuries that she had something to go off of. Finally, she would be able to use her education in the field, for the purpose she had been studying!

Lyyren offered to travel with her, knowing the journey was long and potentially interacting with her family or the River Court could be problematic, but she insisted on going alone. Following her memory, Maty first returned to the place where Halina was found. Then, using her notes, she traced her way deep into the wood. Small markings, barely noticed sigils, all led her to an ancient ruin. All that remained was a small stone structure. Her head began to throb, her eyes blurred and blood began to trickle from her nose, but she persevered. Her determination was rewarded with a small tome covered in moss and mold. Cracking open the pages, the bardic student felt herself falling into the foreign script, consumed by it. She heard voices she couldn’t see, she could smell life and death, she could taste the blood pooling in her mouth.

Knowing she had found what caused her sister’s death, but unsure of what it was or what it meant, she took the book and ran. Matylda did not visit her family, she did not return to the River Court to show the King. Instead, she returned to Zobeck where she fervently poured over the new knowledge, hoping to unlock its mysteries. The event had changed her, though she would not admit it. The Arcane Collegium called her new interest the Void. She was told to destroy the tome and forget what she had seen. Refusing to do so, the elf was expelled, once again cast away.

Surprisingly, Lyyren stayed by her side, offering kind words while attempting to get the strong-willed woman to discard the studies on the Void. Over the last 65 years she has toiled away studying all she can on the Void, but the process has been painstakingly slow as the repercussions of the darkness are often mind-numbing. If not for her friendship with the fellow elf, she certainly would have lost her mind decades ago. Her familiar, Wrozka, reminds her of the dangers daily.

SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

She stood before the mirror in her room above This is the Way, as she did every morning. Her pale blue eyes, the color of a frozen lake, stared back at her. Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros stood there wondering. Wondering when she would be able to afford an apartment and not a room. Wondering when her partner would realize they need to charge full price to every customer for their services. Wondering when she would stop focusing on Zobeck so she could bring answers to her family and prove to the River Court that there was something to investigate regarding her sister’s death. Wondering when the Void would open up all its mysteries to her.

"Ugh." She moaned to herself as her thin hands reached up to her face in frustration. Her bony fingers pushed through her long brown hair, the color of ash trees. Loose strands fell to the sides, but she pulled most of the mass of thick locks into a short braid before tying it at the nape of her neck, letting the tendrils of waves loose to fall upon her back or over her shoulder.

The scent of bacon, sausage, eggs, butter, bread, and cheese wafted through the floorboards, causing her nose to wrinkle. Matylda enjoyed all those items, but humans liked far heavier meals than she had ever been able to get used to. Her lithe frame spoke of her eating habits. Many small meals throughout the day, not two or three large ones. But she knew Sture would have her usual waiting, a simple piece of toast, a few slices of sausage and fresh fruit, along with a cup of hot tea.

The elven woman slipped on her customary olive green pants. The color and fit were uniquely hers, they draped loosely from her hips waving in the wind as she walked. So very different from the tight-fitted attire most women wore. Her black long-sleeved shirt, however, was a snug fit, revealing her curves, but the high-neck hid the valuables from prying eyes. Finally, before leaving for her morning meal, Matylda secured the silver clasp and chain to her ear. Although she had left the River Court, some traditions remained. This was one.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Ulorian the First is an idiot and the Omazeiros family are cowards. It has been over 300 years since she has been to the River Court, but her opinion still holds and will tell any who ask.

For 130 years, Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros had lived in happy ignorant bliss. She played music and danced. Her laughter was contagious to whoever heard it and she flitted from gala to gala without a care in the world. But on her 131st birthday that all changed. Halina was found dead a few miles outside of town. Halina Stefcia Omazeiros, Matylda’s older sister, was found laying on a fey road, unable to be healed. The cause of her death was obvious, she had bled out. However, the clerics could not determine what caused the bleeding. There were no injuries to her body, yet the reports stated her head was cradled in a pool of her own sanguine fluid. The exodus of her life appeared to happen through her nose, ears, mouth, and eyes. The pinch that remained between her brow indicated she suffered through her last moments, but no answers could be provided to the family that loved her.

The youngest of the Omazeiros clan refused to accept what the healers stated. "There are some answers we may never have." It was unfathomable to Matylda that this was a valid response. She was even more infuriated that her parents and siblings buried Halina without demanding further investigations. The headstrong youth took the matter into her own hands.

For 15 years she kept a log of her findings. She visited the site where her sister was found, she interviewed those who discovered her and those who traveled the roads frequently. Matylda used her family’s influence to garner a meeting with their leader, pleading her case that more needed to be done. That there was an unknown threat to their borders. But the King simply thanked her for her concern and told her to leave it to the professionals who had found nothing.

The once sweet and innocent elven maiden became infuriated. Where her laughter had previously caused all others to join her delightful sound, now her sharp clipped words of admonishment caused all to leave her side. The King wanted it left to professionals, and so she would become one. After her meeting with the high court, Matylda announced she was leaving for the Free City of Zobeck to study Criminology. If those who were schooled in the elven city could not find the cause of her sister’s demise, she would seek knowledge from the humans and return to solve the crime with skills her people had forgotten.

Her family was shocked by the announcement. Their youngest was not only stating that the courts had failed Halina, but that humans would be able to offer her knowledge she could not gain in River Court. And even worse, leaving meant they would have to disown her, write her off as though she never existed. In less than 20 years her parents lost two of their four children, her brothers went from having two sisters to none. Matylda knew of the laws, but she hoped her family would be courageous enough to defy them. She was wrong, their status with their people meant more to them.

She slipped out in the middle of the night, knowing there would be no fond farewell. This was easier. A note was left on the kitchen table, promising she would return when she had answers.

The next 300 years found Matylda exactly where she said she would be, not that her family sought her out. Upon arriving in Zobeck, the headstrong elf entered Dorblythe University. After 15 years, she left the campus with four doctorates, Criminal Psychology, Criminology, Forensic Science, and Investigative Reporting. Her excessive knowledge on these topics led to her recruitment with the Praetors. To this day, she is still an advisor, keeping their identities secret. Nearly 100 years later, frustrated by her ineffectiveness with finding any further details on the curious end to her sister's life, Matylda decided to investigate a path towards magical answers. She studied at the Arcane Collegium, utilizing her existing degrees to gain acceptance into the Bardic Criminology degree path.

Throughout her years among the humans, Matylda had experienced many friendships and relationships. However, each ended over time with a feeling of disconnection. Her human companions aged and drifted away from her as she was unable to recognize the burden they felt in keeping up with her ageless youthfulness. They each still hold a place in her heart, and thinks of them with fondness, though a part of her is bitter their short lives prevented a more full relationship. It was early in her dalliance with Nancy that the River Court native met a fellow elf. The night the three of them spent together was memorable, and led to a friendship that has survived the test of time, but also established that romantic endeavors between them would never be.

Matylda and Lyyren found working together enjoyable, however, and joined forces through the Great Revolt, forging their bond in battle. Less than a year later they formed a business to service the community still recovering from their self-inflicted wounds. However, this did not prevent the bardic student from continuing her studies.

While working on a research paper in the City Archives, the elven student came upon a bit of curious information. A detail regarding the fey roads was barely a sidenote on a subject related to Zobeck, however, it piqued her curiosity. The location referenced was near where Halina was found. It may have been nothing, but this was the first time in over two centuries that she had something to go off of. Finally, she would be able to use her education in the field, for the purpose she had been studying!

Lyyren offered to travel with her, knowing the journey was long and potentially interacting with her family or the River Court could be problematic, but she insisted on going alone. Following her memory, Maty first returned to the place where Halina was found. Then, using her notes, she traced her way deep into the wood. Small markings, barely noticed sigils, all led her to an ancient ruin. All that remained was a small stone structure. Her head began to throb, her eyes blurred and blood began to trickle from her nose, but she persevered. Her determination was rewarded with a small tome covered in moss and mold. Cracking open the pages, the bardic student felt herself falling into the foreign script, consumed by it. She heard voices she couldn’t see, she could smell life and death, she could taste the blood pooling in her mouth.

Knowing she had found what caused her sister’s death, but unsure of what it was or what it meant, she took the book and ran. Matylda did not visit her family, she did not return to the River Court to show the King. Instead, she returned to Zobeck where she fervently poured over the new knowledge, hoping to unlock its mysteries. The event had changed her, though she would not admit it. The Arcane Collegium called her new interest the Void. She was told to destroy the tome and forget what she had seen. Refusing to do so, the elf was expelled, once again cast away.

Surprisingly, Lyyren stayed by her side, offering kind words while attempting to get the strong-willed woman to discard the studies on the Void. Over the last 65 years she has toiled away studying all she can on the Void, but the process has been painstakingly slow as the repercussions of the darkness are often mind-numbing. If not for her friendship with the fellow elf, she certainly would have lost her mind decades ago. Her familiar, Wrozka, reminds her of the dangers daily.

SPELL SLOTS 4/4 (1st), 3/3 (2nd), 3/3 (3rd), 1/1 (4th)

• Bard - Spell Save DC: 16 | Spell Attack Mod: +8 | Spells Known: 8 + Detect Thoughts
• Wizard - Spell Save DC: 14 | Spell Attack Mod: +6 | Spells Prepared: 5

CANTRIPS (Bard)

Clockwork Bolt* | Mending | Scribe*

CANTRIPS (Wizard)

Claws of Darkness (C)* | Green-Flame Blade | Silhouette (C)* | Word of Misfortune (C)* 

FIRST LEVEL (Bard)

Cure Wounds | Dissonant Whispers | Earworm Melody (C)* | Faerie Fire (C)

FIRST LEVEL (Wizard)

Black Ribbons (C) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)*

SECOND LEVEL (Bard)

Detect Thoughts (C) (1 Free Use) | Lacerate | Suggestion (C)

THIRD LEVEL (Bard)
Mind Exchange (C)* | Throes of Ecstasy (C)*

WIZARD'S SPELLBOOK

These spells are not available unless they have been prepared ahead of time. (Unless they are a ritual.)

FIRST LEVEL

Black Ribbons (C) | Disguise Self | Disquieting Gaze* | Find Familiar (R) | Mage Armor | Insightful Maneuvers (B)* | Magic Missile | Shadow Armor (R)* | Speak with Inanimate Object*

TOTAL ENCUMBERANCE (54.08 lbs.)

• Weight: 54.08 lbs. / 150 lbs. max. (15 x STR Score)
• Status: Unencumbered
• Penalty: None

MONEY POUCH (6.08 lbs.)

Copper: 0 | Silver: 1 | Gold: 203 | Obsidian: 100 | Platinum: 0

(304 Coins x .02 lbs. = 6.08 lbs. Total Weight)

EQUIPEMENT READIED (21 lbs.)

Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.

• Armor (4 lbs.) Traveler's Clothes - 4 lbs.
• Weapons (5 lbs.) +1 Elven Sexy Blade - 2 lbs. | Dagger - 1 lb. | Longbow - 2 lbs.  
• Readied Items (9 lbs.) Spell Component Pouch - 2 lbs. | +1 Elven Spell Cube*- 3 lbs. | Quiver of arrows 1 lb. | Healer's Kit - 3 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Pearl (100gp) | Slither Spell Component (50gp) | Black Opal with crest (125gp) | Stone of Good Luck* | Rhytym Maker's Drum* - 3 lbs.

EQUIPMENT STORED (27 lbs.)

Stored items can be retrieved with an action.

• In Backpack (11 lbs.) Backpack - 5 lbs. | Mess Kit - 1 lbs. | Spellbook - 3 lbs | (10) Sheets of Parchment | (2) Scroll Cases - 2 lbs. | Bottle of Ink | Ink Pen | Vial of Perfume
• Strapped to Backpack (16 lbs.) Waterskin - 5 lbs. | Silk Rope & Grappling Hook - 9 lbs. | Bedroll & Blanket - 10 lbs. | Lute - 2 lbs.

EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)

• At Home Viol - 1 lbs. | Bagpipes - 6 lbs. | Find Familiar Spell Components (50gp) | Chest - 25 lbs. | A Set of Fine Clothes - 6 lbs. | Lamp - 1 lbs. | (2) Flask of Oil - 2 lbs. | (5) Sheets of Paper | Sealing Wax | Soap

NON-ATTUNED

ATTUNED (3/3)

+1 Elven Spell Cube | +1 Rhytym Maker's Drum | Stone of Goodluck (Luckstone)

Age 439 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 126 lbs. | Hair Ash Brown| Eyes Pale Blue | Complexion Fair

She stood before the mirror in her room above This is the Way, as she did every morning. Her pale blue eyes, the color of a frozen lake, stared back at her. Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros stood there wondering. Wondering when she would be able to afford an apartment and not a room. Wondering when her partner would realize they need to charge full price to every customer for their services. Wondering when she would stop focusing on Zobeck so she could bring answers to her family and prove to the River Court that there was something to investigate regarding her sister’s death. Wondering when the Void would open up all its mysteries to her.

"Ugh." She moaned to herself as her thin hands reached up to her face in frustration. Her bony fingers pushed through her long brown hair, the color of ash trees. Loose strands fell to the sides, but she pulled most of the mass of thick locks into a short braid before tying it at the nape of her neck, letting the tendrils of waves loose to fall upon her back or over her shoulder.

The scent of bacon, sausage, eggs, butter, bread, and cheese wafted through the floorboards, causing her nose to wrinkle. Matylda enjoyed all those items, but humans liked far heavier meals than she had ever been able to get used to. Her lithe frame spoke of her eating habits. Many small meals throughout the day, not two or three large ones. But she knew Sture would have her usual waiting, a simple piece of toast, a few slices of sausage and fresh fruit, along with a cup of hot tea.

The elven woman slipped on her customary olive green pants. The color and fit were uniquely hers, they draped loosely from her hips waving in the wind as she walked. So very different from the tight-fitted attire most women wore. Her black long-sleeved shirt, however, was a snug fit, revealing her curves, but the high-neck hid the valuables from prying eyes. Finally, before leaving for her morning meal, Matylda secured the silver clasp and chain to her ear. Although she had left the River Court, some traditions remained. This was one.

ARBONESE EXILE
Source Custom

• Personality Traits: something
• Ideals: something
• Bonds: something
• Flaws: something

Background Feature: something

BACKSTORY

Ulorian the First is an idiot and the Omazeiros family are cowards. It has been over 300 years since she has been to the River Court, but her opinion still holds and will tell any who ask.

For 130 years, Andzelika Matylda Omazeiros had lived in happy ignorant bliss. She played music and danced. Her laughter was contagious to whoever heard it and she flitted from gala to gala without a care in the world. But on her 131st birthday that all changed. Halina was found dead a few miles outside of town. Halina Stefcia Omazeiros, Matylda’s older sister, was found laying on a fey road, unable to be healed. The cause of her death was obvious, she had bled out. However, the clerics could not determine what caused the bleeding. There were no injuries to her body, yet the reports stated her head was cradled in a pool of her own sanguine fluid. The exodus of her life appeared to happen through her nose, ears, mouth, and eyes. The pinch that remained between her brow indicated she suffered through her last moments, but no answers could be provided to the family that loved her.

The youngest of the Omazeiros clan refused to accept what the healers stated. "There are some answers we may never have." It was unfathomable to Matylda that this was a valid response. She was even more infuriated that her parents and siblings buried Halina without demanding further investigations. The headstrong youth took the matter into her own hands.

For 15 years she kept a log of her findings. She visited the site where her sister was found, she interviewed those who discovered her and those who traveled the roads frequently. Matylda used her family’s influence to garner a meeting with their leader, pleading her case that more needed to be done. That there was an unknown threat to their borders. But the King simply thanked her for her concern and told her to leave it to the professionals who had found nothing.

The once sweet and innocent elven maiden became infuriated. Where her laughter had previously caused all others to join her delightful sound, now her sharp clipped words of admonishment caused all to leave her side. The King wanted it left to professionals, and so she would become one. After her meeting with the high court, Matylda announced she was leaving for the Free City of Zobeck to study Criminology. If those who were schooled in the elven city could not find the cause of her sister’s demise, she would seek knowledge from the humans and return to solve the crime with skills her people had forgotten.

Her family was shocked by the announcement. Their youngest was not only stating that the courts had failed Halina, but that humans would be able to offer her knowledge she could not gain in River Court. And even worse, leaving meant they would have to disown her, write her off as though she never existed. In less than 20 years her parents lost two of their four children, her brothers went from having two sisters to none. Matylda knew of the laws, but she hoped her family would be courageous enough to defy them. She was wrong, their status with their people meant more to them.

She slipped out in the middle of the night, knowing there would be no fond farewell. This was easier. A note was left on the kitchen table, promising she would return when she had answers.

The next 300 years found Matylda exactly where she said she would be, not that her family sought her out. Upon arriving in Zobeck, the headstrong elf entered Dorblythe University. After 15 years, she left the campus with four doctorates, Criminal Psychology, Criminology, Forensic Science, and Investigative Reporting. Her excessive knowledge on these topics led to her recruitment with the Praetors. To this day, she is still an advisor, keeping their identities secret. Nearly 100 years later, frustrated by her ineffectiveness with finding any further details on the curious end to her sister's life, Matylda decided to investigate a path towards magical answers. She studied at the Arcane Collegium, utilizing her existing degrees to gain acceptance into the Bardic Criminology degree path.

Throughout her years among the humans, Matylda had experienced many friendships and relationships. However, each ended over time with a feeling of disconnection. Her human companions aged and drifted away from her as she was unable to recognize the burden they felt in keeping up with her ageless youthfulness. They each still hold a place in her heart, and thinks of them with fondness, though a part of her is bitter their short lives prevented a more full relationship. It was early in her dalliance with Nancy that the River Court native met a fellow elf. The night the three of them spent together was memorable, and led to a friendship that has survived the test of time, but also established that romantic endeavors between them would never be.

Matylda and Lyyren found working together enjoyable, however, and joined forces through the Great Revolt, forging their bond in battle. Less than a year later they formed a business to service the community still recovering from their self-inflicted wounds. However, this did not prevent the bardic student from continuing her studies.

While working on a research paper in the City Archives, the elven student came upon a bit of curious information. A detail regarding the fey roads was barely a sidenote on a subject related to Zobeck, however, it piqued her curiosity. The location referenced was near where Halina was found. It may have been nothing, but this was the first time in over two centuries that she had something to go off of. Finally, she would be able to use her education in the field, for the purpose she had been studying!

Lyyren offered to travel with her, knowing the journey was long and potentially interacting with her family or the River Court could be problematic, but she insisted on going alone. Following her memory, Maty first returned to the place where Halina was found. Then, using her notes, she traced her way deep into the wood. Small markings, barely noticed sigils, all led her to an ancient ruin. All that remained was a small stone structure. Her head began to throb, her eyes blurred and blood began to trickle from her nose, but she persevered. Her determination was rewarded with a small tome covered in moss and mold. Cracking open the pages, the bardic student felt herself falling into the foreign script, consumed by it. She heard voices she couldn’t see, she could smell life and death, she could taste the blood pooling in her mouth.

Knowing she had found what caused her sister’s death, but unsure of what it was or what it meant, she took the book and ran. Matylda did not visit her family, she did not return to the River Court to show the King. Instead, she returned to Zobeck where she fervently poured over the new knowledge, hoping to unlock its mysteries. The event had changed her, though she would not admit it. The Arcane Collegium called her new interest the Void. She was told to destroy the tome and forget what she had seen. Refusing to do so, the elf was expelled, once again cast away.

Surprisingly, Lyyren stayed by her side, offering kind words while attempting to get the strong-willed woman to discard the studies on the Void. Over the last 65 years she has toiled away studying all she can on the Void, but the process has been painstakingly slow as the repercussions of the darkness are often mind-numbing. If not for her friendship with the fellow elf, she certainly would have lost her mind decades ago. Her familiar, Wrozka, reminds her of the dangers daily.