Aina, devout retainer of Memory, in search of what she lost.

Age: 24
Date of Birth: 12th of Tyrdin 334
Gender: Female
Eyes: Right eye green, left eye yellow
Hair: Dark brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation: Blue-gray
Height: 4'11
Weight: 110

Appearance

Physical Description

Short and petite, slim. Pear body shape.

Body Features

Middle length dark brown hair, reaching a bit past her shoulders. Slightly unkept. Light, blue-grey skin. Small breasts.

Facial Features

A small rounded face. A right green eye and a left yellow eye. A slight redness on the sclera. A small nose and mouth. Thin, shallow eyebrows. Slightly pointed ears, covered by hair.

Identifying Characteristics

Small horns on the top of her head, colored white. Small fangs.

Apparel & Accessories

Dresses modestly, usually a dress or long skirt of some sort with her chest covered. Has a hood over her shoulders. Wears a necklace she made for Memory and a decoration on her right horn.

Special abilities

Can sense what emotions are attached to an object by touching it. She can see moments in its past, and understand it deeply. Gain proficiency in an object she touches, or expertise if she has proficiency already. Once per short or long rest, and the proficiency goes away on a short or long rest.

Mentality

Personal history

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Born and raised in a small village in the woods, mostly separated from civilization. Since her childhood, she never had a moment where she was not doing something. As a child, she was taught how to hunt, how to gather, how to harvest, etc. She also learned her basic knowledges and her languages. As she grew into her teenage years, she became entranced by the icons; their stories and their legends. She would spend days at a time in the small town library, reading and studying about the icons. One day on her normal gathering route, she met Memory. She knew immediately that he was an icon. Memory offered his wisdom and a spot under his wing and she initially refused. Over the course of a couple weeks, she would meet up with him along her gathering route, spending time talking about the icons and practicing magic. One day while she was heading to where they usually meet, he wasn't there. She was attacked by a large bear and moments later, Memory came and saved her life. In response and as a form of thanks, she reluctantly decided to join him as his retainer. She stood as his student, learning from him the art of druidcraft and continuing her studies into the icons as they went to different towns. She also learned how to change her form through druidcraft. With him, she lived comfortably, and as time went on she grew to love being his retainer.

One night, she became separated from her icon and has not been able to find him since. It has been a year and a half since then, and she now works as an adventurer as she continues her search, learning how to interact with people and civilization as a whole.

Education

Basic knowledge, as much as a normal person would have. Very knowledgeable on nature, survival, and the icons. Not knowledgeable on magic or world history.

Employment

Resided as retainer of Memory. Works as a small-time adventurer, completing random tasks around where ever she is at that time. Before being separated from her icon, she would help her village with selling their crops at the nearest town.

Morality & Philosophy

Believes all intelligent beings are equal. No one has the right to own someone else.

person.sexuality

Bisexual.

person.gender_identity

Female.

Known Languages

Common, Infernal, Celestial. Druidic, Thieves' Cant.

Personality

Motivation

To be reunited with her icon, by any means.

Virtues & Personality perks

Sees all intelligent beings as equals. Believes no one has the right to own another person.

Vices & Personality flaws

Accustomed to following others' guidance. Has trouble making her own decisions.

Personality Quirks

Always feels the need to busy and doing something. Unable to be idle.

Hygiene

Takes care of basic hygiene.

Social

Birthplace

Eldercairn

Contacts & Relations

Memory - teacher and master
Erafinyr - close friend, travel companion
Ymir Ardenelle - former travel companion, friend

Wealth & Financial state

She has always lived relatively comfortably. Money never played much of a part in her life living in her small village and it took her some getting used to when she left to understand money. She can be considered as living comfortably in the present, though not as comfortably as she was while with Memory.

Family Ties

Good relationship with her mother and father, Cailey and Rame Lorathlae. She sends letters to them every couple of weeks to keep them updated on her time with Memory and her current search for him. She has not been home since being separated from Memory. She has a younger brother, Zain, now old enough to go on his own adventures.

Religious Views

Devout follower and retainer of Memory. Not necessarily religious or spiritual before meeting and becoming a retainer of Memory.

Social Aptitude

Much more of a listener then a talker unless she is with people she has become especially close to. She is very caring and understanding of peoples' struggles and issues, trying her best to help. Not necessarily the most sociable of a person but not closed off or absent.

Mannerisms

When representing a group or Memory, she tries to speak clear and concisely, but when she is speaking for herself or among a group, she is quiet and frequently stumbling on her words. Has small habits such as messing with the decorations on her horns or playing with arrows between her fingers. Tries her best to present properly.

Hobbies & Pets

She likes making things with her hands, such as arrows, and preserving new herbs and flowers she finds via pressing them in a journal she keeps. Writes in her journal almost daily, with important days being bookmarked.

Speech

Stumbles on her words in social situations. Speaks quietly unless being a representative or in a more formal setting.

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29th of Shar 358

We found Slaughter

by Aina Lorathlae

We woke up with the sun rise. Luckily, we weren't disturbed during our sleep. Ferryman decided to introduce themselves as Karsus. They prefer Ferryman so I will keep calling them that. Ferryman said they don't know much about the figure that was chasing us, just that they weren't alone in that room they were locked in while they slept. Fathom noted that it doesn't seem happy about any of us existing.

Ferryman explained again that Hymn is a part of him and that he was his dream. Hornet is not sure what a dream is and Ferryman said that elves are weird. Hornet asked him if he has a heritage and he doesn't remember, it seemed to frustrate him. It doesn't seem like Ferryman picked up on Hymn's tracking skills, so I am leading the group to continue our search for Slaughter.

Fathom worked on his guns while we walked. They seem really interesting. They are shaped like a horseshoe and they seemed really complicated to me. Lots of springs and moving parts.

After some time, we started having to follow our nose rather than our eyesight. I could smell death on the path. Hrorilad is off in the distance, it looked so big from here. Reminded me of how Ciiryc looked from a distance. Fathom mentioned how Hrorilad is Slaughter's warpath and that we should avoid confrontation. He then talked about his weapon, the one we found in the crypt. Talking about the weapon really freaked me out, I feel bad for snapping a little. All I did was repeat not to touch it and not to even get close to it but I still feel bad. I guess... It's a bit of a touchy subject for me now seeing as I almost used it from the influence of it.

Fathom also told Ferryman about our interaction with Asmod. He was catching him up to speed, mostly. I brought up what that figure from yesterday said to me, and Ferryman reiterated he doesn't know much about the figure; he knows as much as we do.

Then I smelled smoke. We saw a pillowing smoke plume coming from close by, in the direction we were heading. As we approached, I picked up the scent of death. It's close, really close. I peek out onto the horizon and I see a village. Every building is burning. I see a figure. They had a set of white horns, a torn bit of armor around an orcish form, and a head of gray mangled hair. They were holding a giant sword. I saw them stab down with it after a scream, snuffing it out. Hornet says we have found Slaughter. I noticed at that point that Erafinyr fled from my hood into someone else's clothes. I am still not sure who she went to, but I'm guessing not Hornet because she is scared of them.

Slaughter goes into the village, a cloud of smoke descended on the path. Hornet questions if we can fight him and Fathom says we can't but we can try to divert his attention to find survivors. He started heading to the village. The body of who Slaughter just killed stood up, laundering back into the village. Hornet says this is out of our depth, and I very much agree.

We made a plan to stick relatively close as we entered the village. Ferryman casted an invincibility spell on himself and Fathom, I changed form into a cat, and Hornet got around stealthily. It didn't take long for us to get seperated. Last thing I saw when I was still with the others was Slaughter dragging someone out of their house with their back on fire. They tossed them into the mud in the road and I heard screams snuffed out by a blow of their sword.

I was hidden underneath one of the porches, waiting to figure out my next move. I don't know where the others went. I peek out after some time and I see Fathom and Hornet being followed by a horde of undead and Slaughter. There was a strange woman a couple houses down on the porch. She had a black dress with slightly puffy shoulders. Her skin was gray and her arms were stripped. I couldn't see her front from here.

I slowly started to approach. Something in my gut was telling me that she was the one controlling the undead. Maybe if I got to her, I could stop the undead and help the others. I then heard Ferryman's voice in my head. He asked me if I wanted to do something about the woman. I felt like they were going to do something but whatever it was, it failed and had no affect on her. Maybe a sleep spell? I was frozen up and scared. I ran away, even though I had the opportunity to possibly get the person behind this.

I circled around the town, trying to crawl under buildings to avoid getting in front of that woman's gaze. I didn't want to be seen. I saw the others heading through a plains to Hrorilad on... unicorns? Fathom must have had another magic attack and summoned them. As soon as I made it to the clearing, I ran as fast as I could. Not long after, a unicorn made it to me with Ferryman on its back. I hopped on still in cat form and it teleported me to the others.

Aina's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

(!) The first time I met Memory.
3rd of Sindir 350

(!) The day I became Memory's retainer.
37th of Sindir 350

(!) I became separated from Memory.
33rd of Tyrdin 357

I met a little pixie.
37th of Tyrdin 357

(!) Another new travel companion.
16th of Aurildir 358

Woke up in a sea of fog.
16th of Shar 358

A skirmish against a mimic.
16th of Shar 358

Outside of the ruins.
16th of Shar 358

An abandoned town.
20th of Shar 358

Arrival at the Tower
22nd of Shar 358

A new insight
22nd of Shar 358

Strange encounter in the library
22nd of Shar 358

I saw him?
22nd of Shar 358

A new job
22nd of Shar 358

An encounter with a deacon
27th of Shar 358

Countless suns and moons
28th of Shar 358

Asmod's story
28th of Shar 358

Hornet's story
28th of Shar 358

A strange crypt
28th of Shar 358

The door of eyes
28th of Shar 358

We found Slaughter
29th of Shar 358

The major events and journals in Aina's history, from the beginning to today.