I have been engaged in playing this game for a few sessions. I sort of played my first character to a place where he had fallen in love with Tarvi , an npc of the children of Westcrown. I decided with permission from the GM that he would marry her and still aid as a member of the children of Westcrown but i would bring in another character. I had a thought running in my mind to make a character sort of like Daenyrs from GOT. I fiddled around finally deciding to make her an oracle dual cursed spirit guide . I choose tongues as main curse (Daenyrs seems to speak a lot of languages so it fit)with haunted as a second curse. The new Draconic mystery would be my next choice . I took the revelation Presence of Dragons so that twice a day I can essentially attempt to make enemies shaken with fear (again very good fit in my mind). The second revelation I took was Draconic Resistances so that as I level I become more resistant to fire (another fit I feel to the concept). For the spirit guide part I took the Restoration spirit. I then took Shield of Succor so that I can boost someone's htpts as temporary htpts. These were taken so that the essence of her talking or giving a speech would rally others. I took also the Improved familiar feat at 3rd level granting me access to a dragon, although tiny, called a Pyrausta. I also took good summoning also as a feat so when not buffing the group through words I can summon dragons (pseudo-dragons, faerie dragons , later levels young adult bronze and gold dragons ). I know she will never be exactly as Daenyrs because of game mechanics but it is close enough for my concept. So now armed with this info I needed only to somehow make her lost nobility of some sort. I read all I could on Cheliax and its history. I found Sheraya Solistar named as the last heir to the imperial throne. I decided to write my backstory with Sheraya tied into it. I took the trait Keleshite Princess and made is custom (gms permission) Cheliaxian Princess using the same benefits as the prior trait. So now she is lost nobility as well so the concept was set. Unlike Daenyrs however my character knows nothing of her lineage as you will read in the following backstory . I felt it was a great way to bring her into the story arc of COT. I also left open the door for the GM to use her lineage against the group or simply never have it come to light. Here detailed below is her story . I hope you enjoy it
Tiri’Sheraya Alyrrien
Eiliff Alyrrien was a well-known guide in the northern lands. Sheraya Solistar was a Chelaxian by birth but had journeyed to the far north lands to plan a secretive mission for the pathfinder society. Sheraya was at first taken back by Eiliff’s forwardness. She often wondered how a man could speak to a woman in such tones. She was heir to the Imperial Throne of Cheliax after all. Eiliff however treated her as he treated any other woman, though perhaps with a little less bravado or sexual innuendo. Sheraya for the first time in her life wasn’t treated differently. Sheraya found herself enjoying the playful banter as the days turned into long cold nights. She found herself drawn more and more to this Ulfen. She wondered in her mind if it wasn’t perhaps divine will that brought them together. Sheraya found herself longing for this Ulfen in a way she had no other. They formed a unique bond over the many seasons it took to plan the mission. They became lovers in the spring of 4633 A.R. The lovers were never married yet were tied as one in a way few ever find in many lifetimes. Sheraya bore a son they named Tallak Alyrrien in 4634 A.R. They spent much time together until finally the plans were done for the great mission. Tallak still a child was taken to a family living on the outskirts of Trollheim in a farming/trapping community that Eiliff knew well. Sheraya and Eiliff kissed their son good-bye as they set forth upon their secret mission. Elliff and Sheraya were lost to the world on that mission into caverns beneath the Tusk Mountains in 4638 A.R. They both went missing presumed to have joined the great spirits of the north. A few other adventurers went to find anything they could of what happened but found nothing to speak of. Tallak however remained in the village growing strong. Tallak learned to hunt and fight as other men of the village. Tallak then met Ellisa, a strikingly beautiful Priestess of Desna from Trollheim, as she spent time tending to the old and sick . Tallak Alyrrien and Ellisa Deicynn married the following spring. They both decided to settle in the small village Tallak called home as members of the Whitemoon clan. They lived for many years childless. Tallak was about to give up hope yet Ellisa kept her faith praying to Desna each mourn and night for a child. Her prayers were heard and they finally had a child. The couple had a daughter naming her Tiri’Sheraya after her grandmothers.
Tiri’Sheraya was born in the far north in a small hunting village outside Trollheim. Tiri’Sheraya grew up learning the lands, how to survive, but most importantly the teachings of Desna from her mother. The winters came and went as Tiri’Sheraya grew. One particularly harsh winter when Tiri was 11 seasons old their village was raided. Her father Tallak fought bravely as did her mother. They both perished in the onslaught as did many other villagers. The attackers however were held at bay yet now Tiri’Sheraya was without a family. The village elder conferred with others trying to decide the young girl’s fate. Tiri’Sheraya however didn’t feel her path led to remaining in the small village being forced wed to another for a few goats or a barrel of rum. Tiri’Sheraya felt the will of Desna leading her on a different path. Tiri’Sheraya spoke bravely “my friends and family. I have grown up here with you in this place. I will always call this place home. My place however is somewhere beyond our fences and village. The Queen of the North, Mother of the Moon, the Tender of Dreams beckons me forth. I do not where my path shall lead but I feel within my very essence I must go.” Drognar, the village chieftain, listened to the young girl’s pleas “your words are not that of a child, but of a woman. No longer will we see that in you. Take what you can of your family with you as you go upon this journey. Know you shall forever be part of the Whitemoon clan. Go in peace our daughter, may the Mother of the Moon always look over you. Tiri’Sheraya gathered what meager things they had packing them in her mother’s backpack. Tiri’Sheraya then walked from the village as she said a silent prayer to Desna “Great Queen of the North, Mother of the Moon guide my steps to where it is you lead. “Tiri’Sheraya turned westward drawn by an unknown force or merely fate.
The journey was harsh and cold but winter had not yet set in. Tiri’Sheraya walked for weeks until she seen a large city ahead. She had heard of Kalsgard before but never envisioned it to be so large. Tiri’Sheraya entered the city finding an Inn to stay at called the White Griffon. She paid the barkeep the 2 silver a night fee, taking the key going to her room. She stowed her gear and rested from her journey. The next morning, she awoke dressing quickly before heading out to walk about the town. Tiri’Sheraya found a temple of the Goddess Desna and entered. Tiri’Sheraya spoke to the priestess there whom had heard of her mother. The priestess offered her a place to stay within the temple if she wished to learn more of the teachings. Tiri’Sheraya nodded thanking her. She then walked about the city until almost dusk. Tiri’Sheraya repacked her gear that evening going to the temple to stay. Tiri’Sheraya remained in the temple for the next 5 seasons learning Desna’s teachings, about the lands not only here but afar, as well as more about her family. Her grandfather Eiliff was well known it seemed. Eiliff was a skilled hunter and tracker. He was a guide to many caravans and hunts in the great northern lands. He was renowned for his skills in tracking as well as surviving the brutal northern nights. Her maternal grandparents and lineage were easily found. They were from Trollheim and of some noble birth but of no titles really. They owned an Inn/Tavern called the Drunken Goat as well as a few minor trading posts between Trollheim and Kalsgard. She had one blank left to fill yet had no information other than she was named after her. Tiri’Sheraya could not find much about her grandmother on her father’s side and that mystery intrigued her. She didn’t even know her grandmothers given surname. This intrigued her so she spent much of her time trying to piece the puzzle together looking through old tomes that belonged to her mother. The puzzle though could not be solved easily. She found an old book about Cheliax during a day of selling furs in Trollheim. Cheliax was the place her grandmother came from, but she found nothing on her last name in the old tome. Tiri’Sheraya decided perhaps the answers she sought would be in Cheliax. Tiri’Sheraya was now 16 seasons old. She felt she was ready or so she thought.
Tiri’Sheraya said goodbye to the frigid cold and winds of the lands she knew. She booked passage on a ship bound for Magnimar named the Blue Mermaid. Magnimar was a large city such as Kalsgard she knew from her studies. The ship was a merchant ship and guarded well. Tiri’Sheraya was looked after well by the ship’s crew mainly because of her holy symbol. The sailors weren’t devout in any religions but having a servant of the Goddess of travelers wasn’t a bad thing. Tiri’Sheraya however found ocean traveling to be at best boring. She spent time aboard the ship studying the teachings of the Mother of the Moon. Shereya however would aid in healing the crew when needed. The voyage took almost 2 months to complete but finally she heard the lookout call down Magnimar off the port bow. Tiri’Sheraya was mesmerized by the size of the city and the hustle and bustle of the port as they pulled into harbor. The ship docked and soon she found herself again on solid ground for which she was thankful. Tiri’Sheraya said goodbye to the crew and captain heading off to find a place to stay. She walked the streets for about an hour before asking a guard “Do you know if there is a library perhaps with an inn near it? “The guard replied “well Miss " as the guard studied her. “Ohh pardon me" Tiri’Sheraya replied “I am Tiri’Sheraya Alyrrien. “The guard smiled as he glanced over the young beauty “Well Lady Alyrrien the library is on the hill about a quarter mile to the east. There is also an inn nearby called the Stone Sword. Tiri’Sheraya thanked the guard whom smiled. She then turned and traveled up the stone path to the inn. Tiri’Sheraya found a room and rested.
The next morning, she visited the great library. Tiri’Sheraya read on Cheliax’s history and of the noble houses that call it home. She didn’t find any mention of her family’s name anywhere in the books. "Perhaps Magnimar is too far removed from Cheliax to have a complete history. I guess I shall have to find a way to Cheliax." she thought to herself. Tiri’Sheraya found a small temple to Desna and began working to make some coins for her travels south. She helped heal and lead sermons in the town streets about the Mother of the Moon and Tender of Dreams. Tiri’Sheraya was good at speaking to others. The priest in the temple however had difficulties pronouncing her name and simply called her Tiri. Tiri spent most days when not in the temple walking the streets speaking different languages to get a good grasp on them. Tiri spent a few seasons gathering gold for her trip to Cheliax.
Tiri booked passage on a ship from Magnimar to Kintargo in Cheliax. It was a merchant ship but this time she was paid to work so the trip went by rather quickly. Tiri left the ship heading deeper into the city. Having studied this city in books in Magnimar Tiri made her way to the Villegre district. She knew from her research that the Alabaster Academy was in this district. She walked and found an Inn called the Green Rose Inn not far from it. Tiri paid for a room for a week and rested once more from the second leg of her journey. The next morning Tiri rose, dressed and headed to the Alabaster Academy. She read some books on the history of Cheliax but again found nothing on her family name Alyrrien. She left a little dejected thinking perhaps she mistook her father’s words that her grandmother grew up in Cheliax. Maybe he was mistaken, after all he said she left him for a pathfinder mission when he was only 4. Maybe her father didn’t truly recall her words right. Tiri was alone in her thoughts as she walked towards the inn. Suddenly she ran into someone or got ran into but in either case she found herself lying on the ground. Tiri looked up seeing a large man in armor with an insignia she didn’t recognize. The large man called down “watch where you are going peasant, I have no time to waste on you. You should move out of the way for a Knight of the Torrent. “Tiri backed up slowly on her hips, “I was minding my own." Tiri Quipped. The knight snapped back “say another word and I’ll put you in irons “Tiri decided it was not a place to stand on her own so she spoke softly “my apologies brave Knight. I am sorry I wasn’t paying attention and got in your way, please forgive me “The knight grunted a little and walked on. Tiri was shocked and quickly rose to her feet and scurried to the safety of the Inn. She calmed her nerves with a drink before bed. The next morning, she again dressed quickly and went to the academy. Tiri looked up the Knight orders of Cheliax so she would know next time if she ever ran into one. She also reread the laws and rules of Cheliax more in depth finding out the Worshiping of the Mother of the Moon was outlawed as were many others. Tiri grasped her holy symbol placing it under her shirt. She continued to read more and more. Tiri found that perhaps the best place to find things out may be in the old Cheliax capital of WestCrown. Tiri read of Abagail Thrune’s ascension to the throne and how it occurred. She knew she would need to be careful in her travels as well as what she told others. She went around the city later that day looking for anything heading to WestCrown. There was a ship heading there but after the last two voyages she was more than happy when she found a small trade caravan heading over the Meandor Mountains. She hired on as a healer and cook. The pay wasn’t much but it did get her out of this city and closer to Westcrown.
The 4-wagon caravan left out the eastern gates of Kintargo early the next day. Tiri rode in the middle wagon. Though the ride was rough at times it was still better than endless days on the seas. The days were filled with the breathtaking beauty of nature while the nights were full of tales of valor and ale. Tiri could see the Meandor Mountains off in the distance. The next few days came and went as the mountains came closer and closer. The next night they camped at the base of the mountains and in the morrow, would begin the trek through them on their way to Dekarium on the north shore of Lake Sorrow. The sun rose high in the sky as the wagons began moving along the mountainous terrain. Tiri could see animals moving away as they approached. The guards were lucky enough to kill a deer for the first night’s meal. Tiri cooked it up well on the open fire careful not to ruin the taste with over seasoning. The following days were full of more arduous travel but at last they camped nearing the final push out of the mountains. The night went by peacefully enough though the next day would test their metal.
The next morning as the sun rose high in the sky. The caravan had been traveling for a few hours so they decided to stop for a rest when suddenly from the surrounding hills a large group of bandits attacked. The guards readied for the onslaught and fought bravely. Tiri did her best to keep them alive but the bandits overwhelmed them. Tiri ran for her life into the mountains as the fierce battle ended. Tiri ran until nightfall when the chill of the mountains cut her to the bone. Tiri used her magic to start a small fire and warm herself. She then heard a noise but seen nothing as she looked out into the night sky. She called out but there was no reply. Tiri took up her father’s dagger in her hand readying for an attack yet none came. Tiri awoke the next morning and shook off the cold. She had no idea where she was or how to get to Westcrown from here. She started to put out the fire when she thought she seen something move a few feet away. She still held the dagger as she inched closer. She found what looked like a tiny grasshopper on its back barely alive. She was unsure what to do so she scooped it up to get a better look. It wasn't a grasshopper at all but some type of tiny dragon. The limp little dragon didn’t move and was about to die when Tiri recalled reading a book in Magnimar’s vast Acadamae about a similar creature. Tiri then prayed to Desna for guidance. Tiri felt a peaceful calm as she held the tiny dragon in her hands. Tiri prayed as she closed her eyes casting a spell that she uses to start fires upon the tiny dragon. The pain was unbearable yet Tiri felt calm as the fire spark from her hands encased the tiny dragon. Tiri’s eyes watered from the pain but she thought to herself perhaps this was a test from her Goddess. She held her hands closed tightly until all at once the tiny dragon moved within her hands. She opened her hands letting go and it flew up. Tiri looked at her hands seeing the red singed skin, the pain ever present. Tiri prayed for the Mother of the Moon’s blessing to heal her as a flash of blue light came over her singed hands. She felt relief as she touched her burnt skin watching as the skin renewed and the pain disappeared. The tiny dragon then spoke " I am Dragos, thank you for saving me, I was drawn to find you. " Tiri smiled as she looked at this unique creature " I am Tiri’Sheraya Alyrrien, I am glad you are well Dragos, it seems fate was on both our paths this day. The two talked for a few hours fast becoming friends. The sun set high in the sky as Tiri gathered her gear. Tiri looked at Dragos “I need to get to Westcrown, but am afraid I do not know the way.” Dragos growled a little “Westcrown is an evil place haunted by shadows and devils. Why would you wish to go there Tiri? “Tiri whispered “I am searching for answers to who I am. My grandmother whom I’m named after was from Westcrown. I hope to find answers there.” Dragos muttered something then spoke “I will go with you to keep you safe but you need to listen to me when in Cheliax. It is a very dangerous place for us both.” Tiri nodded in agreement and stood. Their lives now had become intertwined by fate. Drago told her of his spark that kept his heart beating and all about his kind called Pyrausta's. The two made their way through the mountains down into the city of Dekarium. Tiri got many strange looks as it seems Dragos was a bit of an oddity to most. She found an inn called the Great Elm to rest for the night. Some of the guest in the tavern of the inn were curious of Dragos. The barkeep of course charged extra for the exotic pet seeing as it was staying with Tiri. They slept a good night’s rest as Tiri felt Dragos curl up around her feet on the bed.
The next day Tiri walked in town with Dragos on her shoulder. Many stared but few said anything directly. Tiri asked around for passage to Westcrown. A small barge was headed there later though it would take 6 days to reach Westcrown. Tiri didn’t mind if it wasn’t on the open sea. They boarded the small barge and soon were on their way across Lake Sorrow. The barge moved passed Egorian the new capital of Cheliax. The journey was far shorter than any had been since she left Kalsgard. The small barge pulled into the docks along the shore of Westcrown. Tiri quickly gathered her things and left the barge. She was greeted by two armed guards on the dock. The bigger guard spoke “Welcome to Westcrown, there is a 4-silver tax to enter the Rego Spera. Tiri gave him the coins and they let her pass. Tiri noted most didn’t look twice at Dragos perched upon her shoulders as they walked. Tiri walked along the Spera until she came across an Inn called Arodennia. The barkeep told her it would be 5 silver a night for a room. Tiri agreed paying him 2 gold as she knew she would be staying for a few nights. She went up to her room unpacked her gear looking out her window onto the busy streets. She finally closed her eyes and rested.
The next morning Tiri rose and dressed eager to find a library with information in it. She walked to the library and was allowed in. She was confused when she read the tomes as they differed greatly from what she had already found in other cities. There were missing parts and years it seemed. She however found no mention of her family’s name anywhere. Tiri did overhear some whispers though of a secret band of heroes that had been working to make Westcrown better. The information was scattered and didn’t make much sense but it intrigued her for some reason. She walked around town that day listening to rumors and trying to gather what information she could. She decided to go check out the pathfinder lodge she had read about as well. Tiri knew her grandmother belonged to the pathfinder organization so what better place to begin searching she thought. Tiri was turned away by two heavily armed men as she tried to gain entrance. Tiri tried everything she knew to get passed them even bribery but that only lost her 5 gold in the process. Tiri walked away thinking “that’s odd, she was sure her Grandmother Sheraya would have been part of the group.” Her mind was at odds now. Was the trip she undertook all for naught? Why would the Mother of the Moon lead her all this way to this city? She sat in the tavern that evening thinking about all she knew. She heard rumors of the heroes killing shadow beasts, taking out whole tribes of goblins. Some even said they are scions of Aroden come to reclaim WestCrown and its people. Other spoke less fondly calling them nothing but rabble rousers and soon Thrune agents would surely mark people who may side with them for the Queen. She had a restless night sleep that evening. The next few days were spent trying to find information on the Pathfinder’s lodge and the people who guarded it. She also listened for any more rumors of the heroes but heard very few. She did however hear many stories about a murder play that was to be held. Many of the people she passed on the street were beside themselves with excitement over it. Tiri gathered what she could also about the play but found the price for a ticket to high for her meager tastes. She went back to the inn. Tiri ate a good meal and went to her room and prayed to the Mother of the Moon for her guidance.
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Hello again. Again, you have presented a great (literally and figuratively) new backstory. The parallels between ol' Danny and your character are clear but not overwhelming. I like to think myself a specialist cough cough of Cheliax and I had not heard of the Lost Princess history. Good job.
Love that your characters are real. You give us a TL;DR post, but I love that. I can believe these characters could have their own novels. Looking forward to updates!
Tiri as she is known to her fellow protectors of the night (children of Westcrown ) has grown much since she has met her new friends.. She has attended a huge gala put on by the mayor of Westcrown , delved into the sewers a few times in search for those who hide from justice. She has also found time to aid those less fortunate in Westcrown going about the poorer sections of the city using gold she has gained from such adventures putting it to good use. Tiri has given gold to orphanages, destitute families in need , and even a few temples so that they may aid those in need. Tiri presently still is unaware of her birth right but does at least know her grandmother is from Westcrown. Tiri knows she was a pathfinder , gathering that information was tedious at best. Tiri hopes the foray into the long abandoned pathfinder lodge of Delvehaven in the near future will shed more light on her heritage.
((( it has truly been fun to run this character . I enjoy all my character as I put in vast amounts of time in their backstory . She however is my all time favorite. I will give a brief encounter we had to show you as why that is so .. Tiri is NG alignment. A character she has feelings for and whom has feelings for her is a noble though a smaller house of cheliax and also a member of the adventuring group . He began play a a brawler and has since as we leveled became a Hell knight. As he did so his alignment shifted from LG to LN . Well they were sent to apprehend and bring to justice one of the Dottari of the canals whom had been getting kickbacks or payments from his position . The fight was actually tough but we prevailed. He was manacled and shackled. His Ill gotten gains placed upon his body by the hell knight. Tiri thought nothing of it since it was better he carried it than her . Well as they crossed a bridge over the canals the Hell knight simply shoved the man over into the canal . Tiri was beside herself jumping in after him in an expensive gown she had just bought. She couldn't save the man and as she climbed from the canal she hit the other character in the chest screaming at him for what he had done . Why waste time healing him after the fight if you were just going to kill him anyway she screamed . The hell knight was actually doing justice in his eyes by killing him in the very canals he watched over.. There is now angst between the two characters though they also have still real feelings .. It has truly been a blast to play ..