THE PATH ~
NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Witch FACTION. Hidden One OCCUPATION. UTP
Carefree and hotheaded, your Lysaran mother didn’t make it far past the throes of childbirth before she was taken away to the mines. You were hidden, concealed, but magic left a mark and it wasn’t long before the witchers showed up to take her away. Stubborn as the metals your father tempered, your magic came and you felt no shame; fearlessness was your birthright, free as the ravens that circled Hrafntun, wild as the horses that you ran alongside. Unbreakable, even in the mines where you’d end up; this wouldn’t be your first proving ground, or even your last, but the next was in the hills wardened over by the Old Woman in the Mountain. Dead witchers lay behind you, goblins, trolls, and orcs ahead of you. Among them you crept, your self-taught magic sharpening, your abilities growing, and when you laid your blood in your mentor’s phylactery, you felt content wash from the heart of Ymir’s Spine. This was how your world would change, how you’d shift the course of fate to save those like you before they ever needed saving. You didn’t ask questions, a name appeared, your blade followed, and when Aetheron washed magical flames across your homeland, you looked forward to the day when the names of magisters would appear on an unmarked, iron coin.
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NOTES
TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee
this skeleton is currently taken.
