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About Enera Aracelsa

Appearance

Enera is a tan-haired, brown-eyed elf. She's very pale-skinned, and lithe of build. She has the muscle strength that comes from decades of slave labor, but she doesn't have the cowed look of a slave about her. She does have a few scars on her face and arms that testify to her past, but age has mostly faded these away, and makeup hides the scars on her face.

For some reason, Enera's hands are never still. When they have nothing else to do, they're constantly fiddling with small objects, drumming against the side of her leg, or messing with her long hair.

Currently, Enera wears a shirt of bearhide under the traditional semi-formal clothing of a journeywoman alchemist. A longsword of average make is strapped to her back.

History

My full, legal name is Enera Anacelsa, but I'd prefer it if you called me Enera, thank you. Anacelsa isn't an elven name, you see. It's just the legal name my masters burdened me with. Oh yes, I was a slave. Not any more, though. Escape? Well... you might not believe me, but I honestly don't remember whether I escaped or not! Let me explain.

I was sold into slavery in Cheliax as a young girl of 26. I can barely remember my parents, or my homeland. I remember my father putting a longsword in my hand for the first time, and I remember climbing a tree with my mother. Just... odd bits and pieces. But one day, a bunch of big men took me and brought me to a strange manor, beat me to a pulp, and told me I was a slave for the humans there. Years later, my owners told me that my parents sold me, for the gold. I've never been able to believe that. I think they're still out there somewhere, looking for me. But... maybe it's just wishful thinking. I don't even know my parents' names.

Anyway, my first masters were a noble family. They claimed to be a cadet branch of House Oberigo, but I've looked them up since then and I don't think they ever had such good connections. They definitely didn't have that kind of wealth. They bought me because they couldn't afford a halfling, and all they asked me to do was clean up the house. They sole me again when I was 80 because they went deep in debt to an alchemist's guild.

I don't know if you've heard of the Anacel Alchemical Alliance? They got kicked out of Brastlewark because of some trade dispute, and relocated to Westcrown. Even here, they were almost all gnomes. Anyway, the lord I worked for had a wicked case of devil chills, and threw himself into debt to Anacel, and they confiscated me as part of collecting his debts.

These alchemists made me clean up after their messes, which were many. But they also liked to experiment on me. They tested out all sorts of odd concoctions on me, most of which just made me sick, but some of them were really awful. I learned a lot myself from watching the process, but the experiments were starting to get gruesome, especially when the started with the injections...

Then one day, I just remember running away from their burning laboratory as fast as I could go. There were just these bright green flames behind me, and I was holding a bag full of reagents, already legging it down the road, with no memory of how I got there. I guess I blacked out from the explosion? Or did I start that explosion? And if I did, why can't I remember...

Anyway, the dottari ruled the explosion an accident, and I was free.

I'm currently working as an assistant to an alchemist, Mr. Desdox, who lives in Rego Pena. He's a nice human, and he actually pays me. He knows a lot about Egorian, but there's more going on here that he just refuses to talk about. Someone has some hold over him - not just him, but everyone important around here, it seems like. I've lived in this city for 50 years, about 30 years as a slave, and 20 years as a freewoman. This government... they can be trusted to keep the slaves in line, but if it doesn't have anything to do with oppressing the weak, what do they care? No, it will take someone else to clean up the mess around here... that sounds like my job.