Wevyrna Silone - The Wayward Wizardess

Newbie Joined: Sep 25, 2023 Posts: 17

Wevyrna Silone
Half-Elf — Subraces: Chondathan/Westerner and Wood Elf
Wizard/Rogue

"Come to hear my tale, have ye? And when I've such a wee speck of knowledge about ye in turn...for the moment.

An archmage I be and an archmage so soon, kenned so far as Roseburrow, Dor'Tan's Pass and the Isle Which E'er Burns. But not e'er so it were, as Wevyrna Silone weren't but a slip of a girl, none more'n eighteen summers of life, a-tending her Mum's onion farm alone and none too capably, bereft as she was of that Mum slip't into Death's fold too soon with a virulent fever, and sooner bereft of a nameless Da content to flit back to his elven ville no sooner'n his human lover' took him into her bed — where her womb took his seed to form meself — in silence ere the next dawn, lest his dalliances come into an unwelcome light among the elvenfolk..."

Newbie Joined: Sep 25, 2023 Posts: 17

"...and there at the fringes of Humble Down did young Wevyrna Silone scrabble and toil 'lone with her wee onion farm, a-gathering newly cropped bulbs to break the hardened soil as well she could.

And so I would have remaint, if not for the auld, painted witch in the woodlands 'croacht on Humble Down: Ilwyren, claimed to be possesst of great magic and a hovel larger within than without, yet e'er as tan-shouldered and barefooted as any of us peasants, and ne'er trusted by the commonfolk there'bouts no matter how oft we peasants sought her to ask our fortunes nor how oft she traded and bargained with our lot to have what she needed, and so our folk stared warily at her approaches from the woodland and demanded that she bring no ills 'gainst our crops and livestock all the same.

And then, she was there one morn, a-stood o'er me in my scant acres as I planted more onions yet, and a-gazing at me as if my skull were fillt with gold and diamonds.

And then did I dare to ask of her why she gazed at me so."