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Kyralina Melodia
Artwork generated by Kyralina using DALL-E 2 AI.
Race Sylvankind
Culture Lassaran
Class Wizard
Religion Follower of Lumnis
Affiliation(s) Willow Hall

The Drakes Vanguard
Ord an Dragan
Raise Your Stout Krew

In-a-Word Nerd
Disposition Optimistic
Demeanor Friendly, Respectful
Primary Trait Social
Secondary Trait Inquisitive
Greatest Strength Devotion to her friends
Greatest Weakness Being alone for too long makes her feel empty
Habits Window shopping for scrolls and magic items she can barely afford
Hobbies Reading, Attempting to use spiritual and mental magics, Playing with her familiar Luna, Practicing alchemy (rarely)
Soft Spots Devoted couples, Acts of kindness and selflessness, Modesty
Likes Her friends, All magic, Sugar
Dislikes When people are dismissive of magic, Excessive bragging, Rudeness
Fears Being alone, Vvrael or anything highly resistant to magic

This is the page of Kyralina Melodia, a mage still relatively new to the lands.


One day when both were sitting together chatting, Kyra told her friend Fehala about the events leading up to her arriving in Icemule Trace (Kyra's start at level 0). Fehala decided to take the events and put them into a cohesive story she could tell:


"Kyralina was only ten when an avalanche made her an orphan. Her memories of before are too few, but she does remember her father’s laugh and the way firelit glinted off his flaxen hair, and the smooth feel of her mother’s hand against her brow as she kissed her goodnight. There were other family members living as hazy shadows in her memory; uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandparents, all traveling together as a kinship band through the alpine forests. Until one night, when all were asleep, the snowpack fell upon them in a fury, destroying hyradds and winter stores, burying many, and crushing a few. It was a nightmare brought to life, leaving young Kyralina alone except for her elderly grandmother."

"Grandmother had always been ancient for as long as Kyralina could remember. She did not have the energy to trail after a mischievous, energetic child. Nor were there teas or herbs in her knowledge that could heal the chasm of grief consuming the young girl. It was in old books, those leather-bound curiosities collected by Grandmother along with seeds and saplings throughout her travels, where Kyralina found stillness and her heart began to heal. That spring, the two ceased their Lassaran wanderings and set roots in a meadow they named the 'Echoing Glade of the Whispering Pines’."

"The thick ring of pines surrounding the small valley gave the pair a sense of security, tucking them away from the faster movements of the outside world. Yet even there, Grandmother’s reputation for herbs reached beyond the pines to the ears of fellow sylvans, giantkin, trappers, and traders who would make their way to the valley, trading the supplies the pair would need for survival. Some Lassaran bands would stay for a season or two in the valley, offering Kyralina an opportunity for kinship or friendship that was far too often ignored in favor of her books. It was between the pages where her imagination bloomed, dreaming of places beyond the meadow, of exotic races unknown to her, and of magic that leapt off the pages and fueled her inspirations."

...

"Decades passed, until there was another shock to Kyralina’s way of life when Grandmother passed in her sleep. Neither illness nor tragedy claimed her, merely the passing of time that will one day whisk all beyond the Ebon Gate. Grandmother had been the steady, constant, guiding presence in Kyralina’s life, and the unexpected loss sent the young Sylvan into a spiral of sorrow. Now truly alone, she let the sadness pull her under, where no books could bring joy and all food tasted of ash. For a time, she wished Gosaena would claim her too; though it seemed the Arkati cared not for the pleas and sorrow of the young sylvan girl locked in her own sadness."

"It was in her sacred duty to honor her grandmother’s memory that brought Kyralina’s body into movement, forcing sorrow aside. Packing her travel supplies heavy with more books than food, she carefully wrapped up Grandmother’s bones in suede and began to seek out the nearest ivelyrael. In this ceremony, she could honor the elderly woman who had dedicated her last six decades to the care of a broken-hearted Kyralina, healing the fractures in the young girl’s heart with stories, books, and an abundance of patience and love. It was not an easy journey for Kyralina to make, lacking many of the travel skills innate to her forest-kind. She had spent most of her life in the meadow, and all that she knew of the beyond came from her studies. If it was not found within the pages of a book, then it was not deemed important knowledge for Kyralina to retain."

"During the yr'ivethlyss rites, Kyralina was finally able to let her grief go, knowing that her Grandmother’s kindness, knowledge, and wisdom were given to the boughs of the seven sacred trees, so that her life-song would sing forever in the winds passing through the trees. Not wanting to return to the solitary valley alone, nor feeling a kinship with any of her Lassaran brethren, she looked into her books once more to find where she might go next. Reading of Icemule, a halfling town thriving between mountains and glacier, she set her curious feet towards its direction, walking now with a lighter heart towards her new future in the unknown."

- as retold by Fehala