Arla Fuller's page

Weapons and Armor
Composite longbow +3 Str, 20 arrows
Masterwork chain shirt
Masterwork cold iron scimitar
Morningstar

Consumables
Potion of cure light wounds x4
Scroll of obscuring mist
Wand of vanish (49 uses)

Other Gear
Gambeson
Magus’s kit
Traveler's outfit

Funds
23 gold

Raised by her mother’s family in the Bishopric of Helm, Arla never knew her elven father. Her mother Cathran, a chaplain clerk, says that he was a beautiful and haughty man who left for the Elven Lands, disgusted, when Cathran told him she was with child. A whole pack of human cousins, aunties, uncles, and grandparents were glad to play with and educate the young girl, although her ears and slow growth betrayed her nature. Whenever she tried to approach elven merchants, travelers, or couriers who had made their way to Helm, she encountered only scorn and cold shoulders; she resolved to stand by her human family even if there was always the thought that she just didn’t belong lurking in the back of her mind.

Once she was of age, Arla decided to follow in her mother’s footsteps by working in the logistical lower rungs of Helm’s government. Finding the life of a clerk confining, though, Arla sought work that would take her on the road. An old aunt who used to be a guard taught her to use a blade, to defend against those who would take advantage of a lone traveler. She took whatever courier and messenger tasks for which the Bishropric needed a runner, traveling the roads from Helm as far as Iustia. Early in her career, when passing close to the border of the Elven Lands, Arla was ambushed by a group of elves demanding her coin and her parcels. They were dressed too finely to be mere bandits, and she suspected elven agents trying to intercept the intelligence she carried. She considered running, or perhaps trying to negotiate, but the taunting elves hurling insults of “half-breed” and worse drove her to violence instead, the politics of the thing be damned. It was difficult to fight several foes at once, and Arla’s anger rose as she tried to defend herself in a losing battle. Something in her boiled with wrath and pride as she was driven back, exploding forth from her hand in a blast of lightning that surprised both her and her attackers. She pressed this advantage, blade in hand, and soon the elves retreated to nurse their cuts and burns.

Arla’s newfound potency filled her with smug delight. The elves, for all their reputation of skill in blade and spell, couldn’t stand up to her own power. She guessed it may have had something to do with her father’s elven blood coursing through her - the only good thing that had come from him besides his involvement in her being born. She took on bolder assignments, honing her skills against would-be highwaymen on the roads and orc scouting parties near the southern border and gaining renown and respect from the Bishopric for her reliability.

Through years of service, Arla was promoted to the Bishopric’s Coroner: to investigate troubles in the smaller communities outside of Helm and to collect taxes. Her reputation as a formidable government official usually kept her from being attacked on the roads, but when it didn't her talent with blade and spell kept her safe, along with the missives or taxes see transported. Recently, reports of an orcish assault on the small settlement of Brookside have set her on a path to investigate the matter and make record of the deceased. She's since arrived in Astin, and heard from the local guards that people have arrived from Brookside with news of the attack and an elf prisoner. Perhaps Captain Hannady would know more about the curious new arrivals. She set off for the local barracks, eager for news but worried about the involvement of the elf - something felt wrong, and she would get to the bottom of this.