Tales of Arboria
Deep inside the shades of Underwood a beautiful drow child was born. Her name Lynmrielle, she was the daughter of the prodigal witch Lyria and Mystic scholar Morethûnd. Her mother Lyria gained fame due to both her raw talent and accomplishments in witchcraft. Removing curses and ailments, hexing, summoning and even assassinating politicians for other houses to gain the favor. You name it, it was probably done but for no less than a pretty penny of course. After all that was one of the main things that drove her.
As for her father Morethûnd, he was a very knowledgeable man who was fascinated by the world of Arboria, its history and the being and creation of the magic that both surrounded and cultivated it. A philosopher of some sort I guess you could say. A scholar through and through he formed relations with species of all kind. Sadly though was it that Lynmrielle was never to meet him, for his time on Arboria ran out a week before his daughter’s birth.
Growing up under the self proclaimed “loving care” of her wasn’t exactly what one would consider to be ideal. She received very little attention from her mother, Lyria didn’t hate nor love the child but instead was very apathetic towards their relationship and responsibility. Most of the time involved with her mother(if any) was spent collecting ingredients/components for her potions, spells and rituals along with cleaning her cauldrons. Because of her mother’s inclusion in schemes to “adjust” the political powers of certain houses it was unsafe for Lynmrielle to wander the street of underwood. She was rarely seen in public, avoided public school and was instead taught by one of her father’s close friends and peers. During their sessions aside from learning they would have discussions about Morethûnd and play dominoes accompanied with some honeybread and milk.
When addressing Lyria about her father she would not utter a word. The only fragment of information Lynmrielle received from Lyria about her father was his cause of death. She was told that her father and died due to a blood clot along with other the other heart conditions possessed. This was a blatant lie though, the real reason for her father’s death was because Lyria needed his heart for a ritual. Lyria needed the heart of a true beloved as a sacrifice to finish her contract with the demon lord Aãzbek. It was no mystery that Lyria was power hungry, she sought out to become a demonic god herself and be able to the demonic beings at her disposal. A throne among the demons was promised to her. But breaking promises is something demons are well known for. The deal went sour and Aãzbek and claimed her mother’s vile soul. Lynmrielle was returning home from a tutor session and she felt a very thick demonic presence over her house. Despite this she still went inside curious to what was going on. There she found her mother in the corner of her mystic room turned to stone cowering in the corner with her back against the wall and her facial expression as if she saw the most frightening being in all of existence sevenfold. The sight of this put Lynmrielle into a trance eventually making her lose consciousness. While she lay there unconscious she heard the the fiery, thundering and commanding voice of Aãzbek tell her “THAT HARLOT GOT WHAT SHE DESERVED NO LESS. SHE GOT OUT OF HER PLACE SO I GLADLY SHOWED HER BACK TO IT. IF IT ISN’T OBVIOUS ALREADY TO YOU, HER SOUL IS MINE AND I WILL DO WITH IT AS I PLEASE. YOU TOO WILL SHARE THE SAME FATE AS THAT BITCH. OH HOW I WILL ENJOY RIPPING THE SOUL FROM YOUR BEING.“ Demonic laughter followed the statement beginning from a decibel 10 fold that thunder reducing to that of a blood beetle’s sneeze. It was at the end of that in which she regained consciousness. Lynmrielle frantically sat up terrified for her life but within a few breathes realized that she awoke in the house of her tutor. Her tutor calmed her down and they discussed what was going on. Her tutor suggested that she stay with him for a while until she got a better idea of what to do. So she did, but company didn’t stop the demons from haunting. She was a target of Aãzbek now and anyone who associated with her was no exception. She kept the terrors to herself but slowly realized that her presence was turning her tutor into a lunatic. She did not wish to bring harm to others especially to the only person that actually took care of her and treated her well so she decided to leave for the surface. She read a lot about life on the surface from some of her father’s books and was interested in what it held for her. Her tutor gave her some food and drink and a dagger just in case things on the surface got misfortunate. The surface was no place for the drow, they have a terrible reputation, mostly brought upon them by themselves. Lynmrielle left for the surface the next day and then spent months wandering making sure not to stick in one place for too long. She did odd jobs for quick coin but that could only support her for so long. She became a starving wonder haunted by demons and the weight of it all and finally took its tole. The lack of comfort, the guilt and shame all piled down on her and she passed out on a road in the middle of nowhere.
To her fortune a band of demon hunters found her while returning from their recent contracted task. When she awoke in their barracks they and new clothes and a meal waiting by her side. She settled herself and one of them came in to talk to her. A half elf came into the room and discussed her situation with her and also about her haunts. She was persuaded to stay and fight alongside them and abolish the world of demons under the name of their god Yallia. Reluctant at first she realized that she didn’t really have anywhere else to turn. If this was something that could end her haunting she was all for it. Afterall It was not often that one could see a drow praising anything other a demon lord. She accepted her new god Yallia and formed full faith in her. Upon her first night of acceptance while mediating a Yallia came to her, her voice loving and as soothing as the soft ripple in the water. Yallia promised to Lynmrielle that the demons would haunt her no more. From that moment on Lynmrielle’s faith swelled and she trained hard to end the existence of demons along side her comrades. To mark the new era of her life she decided to leave her past behind her. She forged a new identity under the name Ven’yara. For years she fought alongside the crusaders collecting gold and hunting demons in the name of Yallia. Her life and acquired some type of purpose and grounding now but something there was something still missing. Her mind was full of wonder about the rest of the world so she announced her departure with the band. She informed them that there are still things she needs to do elsewhere and that she was very grateful for them and how they affected her life. She asked for their blessing to leave and they gave in gracefully. A party was held the night before her leaving and that mourning Ven’yara said her final goodbyes to her allies. She promised that she would not stray away from her faith in Yalllia and that she would continue fighting in her name. And it was then that she set off on horseback with all her things, horse galloping in the wind and the banner of Yallia flying high. Her first destination on this new journey was a small town by the name of Haverton for it was almost the time of the solar eclipse and Ven’yara and a feeling something interesting would occur.