Evanora
Witch | Adventurer of Sanctuary
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Though she has a gentle, coaxing nature, she is oft seen as a strange and enigmatic being. Many distrust her in foreign land, far from the intended ambassador she strives so diligently to be. She is humorous, a wandering soul with an insatiable desire to see even more, always finding time for a good laugh in questionable senses. She even indulges her own sense of sultry behaviour a pun for many of her soft-spoken jocularity. Unbeknownst to most who encounter her, nothing escapes her keen and seemingly omniscient gaze. A deep and secretive plethora of knowledge and power resides within her, sheltered and misted by the miasma of her initial appeal. Her heart is fierce and loyal, protective and stalwart in the face of those who would seek to harm her allies. Though humble, she exudes confidence, and it smoulders within the depths of attentive emerald pools. She is not always the helpless damsel seeking salvation.
Dark Moon, Mid-Spring Vufrien Wilds, Sanctuary I've decided to keep a journal somewhat of my activities. A wise adventurer once told me to do so, and until now, I never thought it was necessary. Things have been getting worse here in Crue Efros, and as a stubborn adventurer, he says that one day I may not come back. The only way to preserve yourself after death is to leave behind a record of what you did in life. So here we go. My name is Evanora. I was born here in a small trading town outside of Dunmeath, the closest place to seeing the sunless, pitiless frontier. Though I roam to and fro from home to Sanctuary, it is always here that my feet return to. I was born with an innate sense for magic that seemed to almost overwhelm my body when I was younger. Perhaps that's what helped form my rather... large personalities. (Am I right?) All humor aside, I feel it is my duty to try and help the settlement's people as best I can. I'm going to try and carry this book with me everywhere so that in the event of an ambush, or I get lost to the wild's storms, there will be at least some form of identification to inform my parents and friends that I have passed. Waxing Moon, Late Spring The Wilds My dearest friend and I have decided to make a band of like-minded souls to gallivant about this land with. There is a safety in numbers and a diversity of skills. Not all of us are mortal, there are wolves among us, and make this world their home along with us. Though competitors for food in most aspects, this one has since taken to us! Between us, we've come to a decision of what to call our marry little party. The Dark-Sun Covenant! Upon the further ascension of the moon on the morrow, we intend to strike out toward the territories belonging to Crue Efros. I'm a keen sorceress, and our lot is strong, but that place... That place sends chills up my spine. I've heard there are demons there, beings of incredible power and ferocity. One of the other humans has suggested it, saying there will be plenty of spoils and enough food to last us through at least part of the next season if we can bring down a worthy bounty, but I have to wonder if he's too overly confident in our abilities? I don't believe this is a wise undertaking, but I am not the leader here. I was reminded of that sharply before being asked if I was coming or not. In my rush, I don't think I got enough soot sticks to jot down much more on this trip. If they catch me taking them from the fire, they'll chastise me and make fun of me for my 'stupid female antics'. The nerve of them! Until next time! I pray that it doesn't come to this, but if it comes down to it, please, inform my village of what has happened to me. Waxing, I'm Not Sure The Moores of The Wilds I tried to tell them this was not a good idea. I tried to warn them that I thought more misfortune would come from this risk than anything! Men! They never listen! My heart is breaking. My own tears will not stop flowing after I saw the look upon Bram's mother's face. We had to tell her, didn't we? It would be so much crueler to tell her we didn't know what happened to him. We all know. I doubt any of us will ever forget - I know I won't. I don't know if I'll ever go outside my quiet little town again. I didn't know that what that old man had told me was true. I've never seen something like that before. I've never seen anyone die. (There are tear stains, the soot trails and smears messily, obscuring several scrawled lines.) I don't think I want to continue being an adventurer. I'm going to put this book on the shelf, or perhaps I'll burn it. This will be my last entry. --- ---n, Sum -- ore (There are deep carmine stains. The coal eaten dust is barely legible in many areas. The pages stick together here, molding to become one, unable to be peeled apart without completely destroying the primitive binding of aging parchment. The scrawl that was once tidy and immaculate appears to be rushed, messy in haste.) Demons are rampant. I'm afraid, I'm terrified. Most of the villagers outside of Dunmeath who can be have been evacuated. They must have followed us back, we should have left or burned Bram's body like Taurin wanted. My name is Evanora. I am the witch of Dark-Sun Covenant. I have to try and hold off the horde for at least a little longer while the stragglers and young make good distance. If I don't follow them, if this book is found and none have heard from me it is safe to assume I have died. I pray for the safety of my comrades. I pray for the safety of those that remain of my home village. Please give me the courage and the strength to perform this one last task if you grant me nothing else. Full Moon, Early Winter Sanctuary I somehow managed to survive, though most of my comrades did not. Taurin, Mason and Gabrielle have all been released back to the great Mother. It leaves only four of us now. The remnants of our people lay tucked away in the remote sanctity of hallowed trees. Many have taken to calling me the Night Mother. They say that I was gifted with my latent magic through the goddess of the moon herself. They say that I have been blessed with a great gift and those who do not declare me as Night Mother have issued me a special name in its stead, Moon Caller. I am not quite yet sure if I am entitled to such high honors as these, but a bit of pride wells into my chest even now. There is one thing, however, that I am quite certain of. I am still an adventurer, and the world awaits me. |