About WintyrWintyr
Changeling:
Skills: Ranks Stat Class Misc Total
Witch stuff:
Hexes: DC 22
Freeze and Thaw 2 a day
Traits:
Feats:
+4 to the DC of cold spells
Cantrips: 4/day
Level 1: 6/day DC: 18/22
1 open slot Level 2: 6/day DC 19/23
Usual loadout:
Level 3: 4/day DC 20/24
Usual loadout:
Level 4: 4/day DC 21/25
1 open slot level 5: 3/day DC 22/26
Hugin: HP 31, AC 19
The woman that you see before you is very beautiful, incredibly pale, and with prematurely white hair. However, even upon a casual glance, anyone could tell that there is something very, very, wrong about her. Most people would point to the scar across her face, the scar that never fully healed, and always looked raw. Others might point out the unsettling nature of her mismatched eyes, one clouded, like a crone, the other the pale blue of the sky in Febuary. The truely observant however, might notice that her head was constantly cocked, as if listening to something that could not be heard, and her body seemed to be at war with itself, twisting unnaturally at times, each step being another challenge. But she wasn't always this way. When Wintyr was young, her hair was brown. No scar marred her beauty, and her left eye was unclouded. She still moved with an ammount of clumsiness that was unexpected for one so nimble in appearance, but that was nothing to speak of. She had been adopted by a farming family of humans when a baby turned up on their doorstep in the middle of the winter. And for the first 16 years of Wintyr's life, everything seemed normal. That's when the whispering began. At first, it was almost unnoticable, a call to head to head still further north than where her family was. Then the vision in her left eye began to fade, although it could see things that weren't always there. Streaks of white began to show up in her hair, and that's when she and her adopted family knew; her true mother was a hag and she had begun to lay her claim on Wintyr's soul. Wintyr left her family on the farm then, not wanting to bring additional suffering to those she cared about. She had no desire to become a hag, but she could feel her body becoming stranger and more alien to her by the day. She wrapped herself in charms and sigils to protect herself, and vowed then, swearing a pact under the winter night sky, that she would kill her mother, and be free of the curse of her whisperings. Two things of note occured on her trip north, and both of them would have ripples on the rest of her life. The first was when she slept under the stars, she became aware of a raven, following her. She saw it with both her eyes, but it was clearest in her clouded one. Taking it as a sign that she was being watched by Odin, she took the raven into her camp, and called it Hugin. It stayed with her then, and helped her focus her mind. In time, she found that with Hugin's help, she could create magical effects. Deciding it would be a better plan to try and take on a hag of the north armed with more than a dagger, and blinding hatred, Wintyr took some time to try and master the magic that was in her blood, and make it her own instead. It was then that the second thing occured. 3 years had passed since Wintyr had left her farm, and another 5 since she started practicing magic. It was then that she ran afoul of Skell, the Paladin. Skell had been asked by the people of the area to smite downn the witch who lived in the tundra near them, and whose voice was often heard on the winter winds. Skell accepted, and he set out to slay the witch. He rode into Wintyr's dwelling, and announced that her evil was at an end. In the dark, what he could see best was Wintyr's clouded eye, and he struck at it, cutting a gash accros Wintyr's face that never truely healed. The paladin was not prepared for what was to come though. Wintyr bowed her head, and merely asked that if she was fated to die here tonight, that this man would take up her quest, and smite down her mother. Intreagued, Skell listened to Wintyr's story, and was moved by it. He declared her spared by the gods, and that he would personally assst Wintyr in her quest. They traveled together then, atesting their strength against other foul creatures in order to gage their readiness to fight her mother. By this time Wintyr had learned to ignore the innoxerable call of the North, and even as she shifted to further resemble a creature of darkness, her resolve to not have that be her fate grew all the stronger. As time went on, Skell and Wintyr became very close, and indeed married. Skell was understanding of Wintyr, being a half orc himself, and having a greater understanding than most of the struggle of one's lineage. They traveled the land together, and there are some folk stories of the glowing knight, and the winter witch by his side. Good things must come to an end. It was not a foul creature who took Skell from Wintyr, but an unexpected summons from his church. Apparently he was needed as a crusader, and it was his obligation to go to them in their time of need. They agreed that bringing Wintyr with him would be too dangerous; not all paladins are as understanding as Skell after all, and that they would meet up again. This was nearly 10 years ago, and although Wintyr knows that Skell still lives, she worries for him. She tries to live up to the code of honor that he had, but she can feel her thoughts grow darker as the year grows old. The voice whispering in her head is louder than it has ever been before, and not even Higin can help mute it. Wintyr suspects that the hag's patience may be growing thin. When the news of the dark elf invasion became known to her, she seized it as a distraction, to be able to help those in need, and perhaps to learn more secrets of magic from the underdark. Questionaire:
A fear that she has: She fears that were she ever to have children, she would pass her curse down to them. Important people:
Secrets:
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