Erendriel Morynore's page

Erendriel grew up in a mixed community, mainly elves and humans. Her mother was a spell caster who liked to test the limits of known magic, invent new spells, and often saw "shocking" results. The two of them trained together, Erendriel always surprised at how easy the arcane arts seemed to her. Indeed, she had quite the knack for electric magic. Erendriel's father had never been in the picture, and her mother made a strict rule against asking about him. She did, however, find a father-figure in their local blacksmith, Goodbrandt Pimren, a Kasatha that somehow ended up in their small settlement. He trained her in many different blades and weapons, her favorite being the old-fashioned Rapier. It symbolized what her life often lacked: balance, elegance, perfection. Perfection is what she desired in life. To be a master of her arts.

As an adult, still living at home, not much changed. She practiced arcane magics early every morning, went to Goodbrandt's where she worked as his apprentice in crafting weapons, then she and he would duel in the evenings (she now exclusively used a rapier, though allowed the Kasatha to use whatever he wanted).

One day, as she left home, heading for work, she heard some commotion coming from the direction of the blacksmith. A hooded figure stood before Goodbrandt (albeit a foot and a half shorter). He seemed to be looking for someone.

She didn't hear any of the conversation but could tell the cloaked stranger was agitated.
a burst of... something... suddenly erupted from under the hood, and Goodbrandt fell down, burnt to a crisp.

Erendriel's mother came running up from behind her, as she passed, she blasted Erendriel several meters back, she hit her head and all went black.

When she woke up, the stranger and her mother were both gone.

She arrived in Bishopric years later, on her quest to master her skills, find the stranger who killed her mentor, and hopefully, find her mother.