Sythana (prime)

Sythana The Kiramon Killer Race Aelotoi Hometown Cysaegir Class Cleric Profession Chrism Maker Religion The Huntress Affiliation(s) Black Wolves, House Paupers, Cleric Guild In-a-Word Avenger Disposition Loyal Demeanor Friendly Primary Trait Fiery Secondary Trait Excitable Flaw Impulsive Hobbies War Camps, being with Friends Soft Spots Her parents, adoptive parents, and friends Likes emeralds and diamonds Dislikes Death Fears Her parents (and lost friends) may be dead or lost forever Best Friend Fumbl

Sythana's Story

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Sythana’s first memories were not of freedom, but of chains. She was born into slavery under the Kiramon, her people’s insectoid captors, and knew nothing of joy except the love of her parents. At just eight years old, small enough to squeeze through the bars of her cage, Sythana made her escape. Her parents, though still bound, urged her on — “Run straight forward, little one!” She obeyed, and the desperate flight carried her all the way to Wehnimer’s Landing.

At first, the bustling town overwhelmed her. She was timid, hungry, and terrified the Kiramon might follow. But slowly, she realized something: here, there were no slaves. Here, no Kiramon towered over trembling prisoners. The people of the Landing were free. And for the first time in her life, Sythana dared to believe she might be too.

She begged for help to rescue her parents, but when asked where they were, her heart sank. The Kiramon camp had been on the move when she escaped. She could not lead anyone back.

That day, a fire was kindled in her heart. A fierce vengeance took root, and Sythana devoted herself to the Huntress — the Goddess of revenge. Some whispered that her parents must already be dead. Sythana refused to accept it. To defy death itself, she chose the path of a cleric, believing that if the worst had happened, she might still save them.

Now known as Sythana, the Kiramon Slayer, she has traveled far and wide, studying her enemies, learning their weaknesses, and striking them down wherever they appear. Her hatred burns so hot that she joined the Guardians of Sunfist, vowing to destroy not only the Kiramon but also their vile allies: orcs, trolls, giants — any who stand in her way.

But vengeance is not her only fire. Sythana carries a bold, fiery spirit into every battle and every friendship. Taught to defend herself by Omahice, a sorrowful yet grounded elf, she grew strong enough to stand on her own — and wise enough to surround herself with friends.

When Sythana was most surrounded by friends, there was a fight that ensued with heated words. Graemlykin, of “Grim”, he was called, decided to leave when the fight got too hot to bear. He left during the night. Sythana hopes he’ll come back, but knows he won’t. His departure strengthened her loss of her parents. She’ll feel their absence in small but searing moments.

Her closest companion is Fumbl, a gnome with a bottomless appetite for both food and adventure. He’s as fierce a fighter as any warrior but is willing to heal for food. When he’s not swinging steel or channeling his power against their enemies, he’s happily cramming treats into his gnome-sized mouth, savoring every bite at impossible speed. He too belongs to the Guardians of Sunfist, and together they make a force to be reckoned with: her blazing wrath paired with his unshakable grit.

The two are inseparable — a fiery Aelotoi cleric with her eyes fixed on vengeance and a gnome who treats the battlefield like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Sythana teases Fumbl that if he ate any faster, he’d inhale the crumbs before they hit the ground. Fumbl just smirks back, “At least I don’t rush into danger like it’s dessert!” She rolls her eyes, but the grin that follows gives her away. Their playful banter carries through every battle, a reminder that even in a life of blood and vengeance, laughter still has its place.

As a proud member of the Black Wolves, Sythana now uses her strength to help the helpless. The Huntress demands nothing less. Fumbl claims he’s only along for the snacks, but she knows better — he’s her anchor when grief threatens to swallow her whole.

Yet beneath every act of kindness and every victory over her enemies lies the same unshakable dream:

To free her parents. To see them unshackled and alive. To make the Kiramon pay.

Join Sythana and Fumbl on their relentless quest — a cleric of vengeance and a gnome with crumbs in his beard, bound by friendship, fire, and a promise that no chain will ever hold them again. Or Join Sythana on her relentless quest — a cleric of vengeance, a slayer of tyrants, and a daughter who will stop at nothing to bring her family home!