Thalindra Vexx
Arcane Historian. Former Thayan Apprentice.
Knowledge is the only pact I’ll sign again.
OVERVIEW
Thalindra Vexx lives between contradictions — scholar and survivor, recluse and legend.
She came to Leilon years ago, content to live quietly among her books and the echoes of her past. Those who knew her thought her a curiosity at best, a failed apprentice at worst — a woman with Thayan tattoos and haunted eyes, serving as the town’s arcane historian and occasional tutor.
That was before the siege.
When the sahuagin descended upon Leilon, Thalindra stepped out of myth and into the storm.
From the ramparts, she cast illusions so vast they seemed to reshape the battlefield — shimmering phantasms of storm and shadow that killed rather than frightened.
Witnesses swear that when her illusions faded, dead sahuagin lay in their wake. Others claim they saw her in two places at once, her gestures mirrored across the field as enemies screamed and fled from visions too terrible to name.
Afterward, she denied it all.
Cheap tricks. Well-timed distractions. Crossbows did the killing, not me
Few believe her. Even fewer are willing to press the issue.
CURRENT STATUS
Thalindra has withdrawn to her home on the cliffside near the western wall, speaking only to her raven familiar Charon and sending terse messages to Cassian or Darius Vexmoor when official council matters arise.
Visitors find her tired, her voice brittle — but her eyes are sharper than ever.
Rumors swirl through Leilon that she could ascend beyond the council, perhaps even challenge House Vexmoor’s dominance.
The people whisper Power when they speak her name — the kind that could guard the town from any lord, any army, or even the sea itself.
She does not seem pleased by the attention.
You call me a weapon. I call myself a warning.
ROLE IN LEILON
- Council Position: Arcane Historian of Leilon
- Public Image: Quiet scholar turned reluctant savior
- Private Truth: A mage whose restraint is the only thing keeping Leilon intact
- Current Goal: To suppress the return of her Thayan training before it consumes her again
SECRETS & SPECULATION
- Her spells during the siege weren’t illusions at all, but a fusion of Mirage Arcane and Illusory Reality — Thayan techniques that only the most capable wizards in Faerûn are able to produce.
- She maintains at least one Simulacrum within the city, disguised among the refugees.
- Her left hand’s silk bindings conceal a brand of Thay’s “Eighth Circle,” marking her as a once-chosen heir to a Red Wizard’s mantle.
- She still writes to someone in Thay — though whether in warning, or apology, no one knows.
RELATIONSHIPS
Darius Vexmoor: Sees her as both asset and threat. He knows power when he smells it.
Cassian Albright: Suspects her loyalty to Leilon outweighs her loyalty to House Vexmoor, and watches carefully.
The People: Reverent. Terrified. Ready to crown her if she’d let them.
Charon (Familiar): Speaks with a voice not quite his own; some claim it carries Thalindra’s nightmares aloud.
PERSONALITY
Dry, precise, and dangerous when cornered.
She prefers wit over warmth, logic over loyalty.
But beneath the detachment lies something raw: a woman terrified of what she might become if she stops pretending to be weak.
Sidebar: The Siege of Leilon — Eyewitness Account
They said she was just a failed apprentice. A quiet woman who liked her books and her bird.
But that night, the sea was on fire, and I watched her walk into it.
I was posted on the south tower, bow in hand, shooting into the dark where the sahuagin came in waves.
Through my spyglass I saw her — Thalindra Vexx — standing on the northern parapet, cloak snapping in the wind. She raised her hand and the world bent.
It started like fog rolling over the surf, but it moved wrong.
Shapes formed in the mist — a whale, gods help me, a whale the size of a keep, crashing through the shaman that was calling down lightning.
When the light cleared, the fog was gone, but the shaman and its guard were broken in the sand.
Dead. Every one of them.
Then I looked east — and she was there too.
Same cloak, same raven circling her head. She turned, gestured, and the sahuagin line folded like paper.
Her illusions didn’t vanish when struck; they killed when they touched.
By dawn, half of what I saw made no sense.
One moment she was alone, the next she was many. The air shimmered where she walked.
No fireballs. No thunder. Just terror made real.
When it was over, I saw her carried off the wall, pale and shaking, her hands burned to the bone.
She told the healers it was “just parlor tricks.”
But I saw what I saw.
Excerpt preserved in the Leilon Militia Log, Vol. II, “The Siege and the Sea Elves”
Sidebar: Thalindra’s Statement to the Council
Transcript excerpt from the provisional Council of Leilon, two days after the siege. Attending: Lord Darius Vexmoor, Cassian Albright, Thalindra Vexx, and representatives of the militia and trade guild.
Cassian Albright:
“…the people are calling you a hero, Thalindra. The council believes it appropriate that—”
Thalindra Vexx:
“Stop there. Whatever they’re calling me, it isn’t accurate.”
Cassian:
“You defended the city when others couldn’t. Without your intervention—”
Thalindra:
“Without the sea elves you mean. Without the treaties House Vexmoor arranged. Without the soldiers who actually bled. My contribution was… creative use of fear and geography. Nothing more.”
Lord Darius Vexmoor:
“The council is discussing leadership, not humility. They want a face the people can rally behind.”
Thalindra:
“Then find one that isn’t mine.”
(A pause is noted in the minutes.)
“I’m not a leader, Lord Vexmoor. I’m a precaution. Everything I used that night — the wards, the illusions, the simulacra — were protections I’ve built for myself in case my old Master from Thay ever comes looking. I just happened to be in the way when the sahuagin arrived.”
(Cassian reportedly began to interject, but Thalindra continued.)
“Do I care about this town? Enough to keep it alive, yes. Enough to lead it? No. The people here are simple, and that’s what I admire. They mine, they fish, and they leave me alone. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Lord Darius:
“And yet you’d keep a seat on this council?”
Thalindra:
“Of course. Someone has to keep an eye on the amateurs.”
(End of transcript.)
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