Puis-je vous demander ce qui s'est passé ici? J'ai vu les signes d'une sorte de bataille, mais j'aimerais en savoir plus si vous pouvez aider avec ça. Eranah a dit qu'elle entrait, luttant pour s'empêcher d'aller de personne en personne. L'archer était clairement dans un mauvais endroit mentalement, bien qu'à partir de ce qu'elle n'avait pas idée exactement. La douleur des autres moins habile à la cacher en criant à elle et en noyant la plupart d'autres. Elle était ferme cependant, il y aurait beaucoup de temps pour qu'elle travaille avec les autres plus tard. Pour l'instant, il était plus urgent de saisir au moins la situation de base.
Syeira
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Class: Wizard
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Equipment: Syeira is a roving Gypsy with a Vardo wagon, a wooden walled wagon that is her home. Inside it are all the common implements one might expect including pots and pans. Attached to the top is a keg of water, several bags and small chests containing food and supplies.
Skills and Abilities: In addition to having access to several spells Syeira is a herbalist and crafter of potions.
Personality: Syeira has a scathing, dry personality. She has seen the worst of humanity. She's been chased out of towns at pitchfork point. She's been beaten and robbed and worse. As a result she has a rather low opinion of others. She usually keeps cynical nature hidden to customers who come to her seeking their fortunes read or to have a potion made effecting a sweet and trustworthy young woman.
While Neutral Evil, Syeira is not particularly murderous nor is she likely to blithely betray trusted comrades. Trust, after all, is a valuable commodity. She is, however, a coward and a shuckster. She has no qualms performing confidence jobs, rooking customers with dubious potions or otherwise making a quick bit of coin at someone's expense. Her personal favourite is a cure for common colds that works in just three to five days. It's amazing how often she sells those.
Backstory: Syeira was an orphan child, her father was a caravan merchant who getted her on the local strumpet. When her mother died only two years later, Syeira was left an orphan with no one to care for her. When the Gur came through and performed for the entertainment of the small settlement they refused to pay as was promised by the town villein and instead offered them the child as trade in lieu of payment.
The Gur were shocked, as slavery was something not seen in the Western Heartlands of Faerun, at least not outside of Waterdeep where Calishite caliphs and pashas often conducted business. Still, they took the child. For it was thought by their matriarch that it would greatly please their patron goddess Selune who was, by nature, a protector.
Thus Syeira group up with the Gur as one of them. She did stand out amongst them, with the Gur's dusky skin and dark hair, which was both a blessing and a curse for some of their number always saw her as an outsider and an outsider learning their secrets. She developed a number of thiefly skills for fleecing crowds when she was young but as she grew older she was often remarked for her insight which involved her learning to be a fortune teller. Occassionally, she would even glimpse strange images and was claimed to have "the sight".
Unfortunately, later in life as she reached her late teens, she incurred the lust of son of the group's "Big Man" and given his deluded notions of position, coupled with drink and the bawdy suggestions of his peers took to having his way with her in front of them. She, of course, responded by plunging a blade into his chest and nearly killed him... though not for lack of trying, having thrust into him thrice before being pulled from him kicking and screaming.
This event had dire consequences. It split the very clan apart in deeming the proper means to proceed and eventually it was determined that, for the good of the clan, she should depart for she would ever be a wedge, a schism in their group, forever setting them against one another.