Cecilia Eldervein

During her youth Cecilia had a rather busy life with high expectations from her Demanding mother and father. From her Father the basics of sword play, leadership and the occasional story of adventure to set her heart a flutter. Her mother taught the niceties of “Polite Society” including but not limited to religion, history, magic and even once much to Cecilias delight a trip into town during the night spent learning to pickpockets and other social survival skills.

It was at the age of 8 that fate evened to stir around Cecilia as that was the year she met Casmaran. A young boy just moved to the city from the south, who with his already dashing smile and fearless nature made fast friends. Her father took to the boy at once as sharing old story’s to new ears was a favorite pastime of his. Her mother on the other hand thought the boy trouble but over the years came to love him as a son.

In the year of Cecilias 14th birthday not long after her brother Bale was born their mother was taken by a strange illness not even magic could cure. This prompted her father to spiral in depression that lasted a few years before he returned to something like his old self. Her brother was never alone for she and Casmaran where right by his side teaching and showing him all the things her mother had shown them. During the next few years Cecilia continued to train but not with the same dedication as before. Casmaran had a very big part in this as he would after years of dancing around one another ask her to marry him. It was going to be a wedding for the ages. All well planned and set, untill a fire in Cecilias family home revealed something strange. Cecilia and Casmaran while cleaning one of the lower rooms that survived the fire stepped in a soft spot. Falling right through the floor landing hard as a cloud of dust filled the air. When the dust settled they shook off the pain and stood looking for anyway out of the hole. Cecilia spotted along one wall a long tapestry near grey in color covering something in the corner. It happend to be a large black marble basin, expertly carved with arcane runes crammed in every seem and curve. Then Casmaran touched the basin.

In a blinding flash he was gone nothing remaining but dust and fire charred wood. In a panic Cecilia reached out and laid a hand on the basin. Seconds went by and nothing happened, then as a drop of her blood reached the marble. Something like electricity ran though her and she fell unconscious. PRESENT DAY It was hard to believe that she had know Azar for near a year now, after she very nearly crushed him when entering this plane. She quite literally fell from a portal in the sky and nearly killed him. She still had me idea where she was before that happened, or even really who she was before. She knows that she has a family, a father, a brother and a lover but she can’t remember their names or faces or even what they look like.