Name:Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Innkeeper.
Age:24
Appearance:
The blight is more pronounced in some, some pass by as mere humans, others who had to face the depths of the blights turned badly, the powers causing mutation that killed, or caused some to be killed.
Her death, her rebirth was slower than others and the blight caused deeper and more profound changes. A normal woman was blighted beyond the normal but somehow retained her mind.
One eye, ears, her senses. All faced the mutation of the blight.
A smaller woman, slim of build and tends to dress in practical clothes, living in the borderlands food could be scarce and feast and famine was the norm. The Prince's endeavour was indeed a generous one and provided her with new clothes and all the materials to start a new life in Gloomhaven.
Hair is a warm Brunette, often in a braid secured with a hair stick, or some other way to keep it tidy. Often under a hooded cloak or such when out and about if unsure of company.
Due to her childhood and harsh upbringing where food was scarce she did not have the best chances in life. Her height only reached 5'1.
Race:Blightborn
Blight-Born Traits:Night vision is clear as day, though bright lights can cause intense pain and prefer the cool, heat is intensified, does not like heat.
Her senses are enhanced and can be increased in power and range to increase drain on herself and others around her.
Her powers when stressed, she can see things that are beyond the visual, into a feeling that she cannot process, that makes no sense, a feeling… a deeper meaning of sorts, from the lie hidden in a truth to the dark intent and pain of others.
Drains psychic energy, though the more people around, the less pronounced the effects on people. This can sometimes phase more into general energy, depending on how her unstable nature functions. Her magic and blight influence have been rather unpredictable and chaotic given her lack of any real formal training.
Kingdom:Technically Aurelia, though the borderlands were very much contested, her Father was a lunarian, her mother from the sun Kingdom. The line between the kingdoms was…blurred.
Role:Innkeeper. “The eye of the Beholder.” a large Inn with rooms for accommodations, a large bar area, and kitchen. Personal accommodation attached.
Think of a darker setting, but this is the theme and general style.
Magic:See blight section.
Short Bio:Born in the borderlands these areas had long been contested between two kingdoms, wars had been long fought over the region, changed hands, soldiers boots, the ring of steel on steel and the sounds of battle.
Her father was a blacksmith, a fairly prosperous but hard working man in the village. He worked for the border lord, a man who was a somewhat less than kind but survivor. The Lords of the borders were a different breed to the ones of the kingdoms. Her mother was a servant at the castle and worked as a ladies maid.
Life was tough but life was not the worst, it was hard to make a living in the grey zone between the dark and the light. The grey where both sides could so easily become an enemy as a friend.
Then the blight came. The blight brought the end of all she knew, before anyone knew deaths increased time over time, each day the village got worse, the castle's great walls provide no protection from things that can penetrate the water, the food, the air and the ground. The Lords died as much as any peasant. Though a few rare souls faced an fate arguably worse than death.
The blight did not kill everyone, the Lord's son was one of those, he died. Reborn he became a monster and lost his mind, screams and blood rang from the castle as the heir turned on the people within. It's great barred gates held as the fortress burned, taking all its souls, bodies and blight with it. The purple gas seeped out the ground as the black smoke began to die down seeping through cracks in the stone and the blasted ruins of the keep and its towers leaving but a doomed and dead ruin of blackened stone on the horizon.
She died. Her last view as a living being was to see the castle fall, those who tried to flee were gone, those left were unable to flee, too weak and sick to leave. Strength began to fill her limbs, her senses began to waken again. Hunger, thirst and desire for things indescribable gripped her. Hauling herself to the blacksmith's quench tank she finally saw her new face, a cursed face and one that would mark her as an outcast forever.
She was a Blightborn. A monster and the thing that they whispered about around the tavern fire.
There was nothing left. The village was dead, the land had fallen to the blight in such a way no mortal army ever had. No war of sun or moon had brought such horror to the lands that the blight had.
Taking what little she could salvage from the ruins of the Castle, the village and what had not been taken from fear or death's rapid pace that got her to a town in Aurelia. A monster. That many called her now, something to be feared.
When all hope was lost. When all seemed to be at an end. There was light, the Prince was establishing a settlement and it was going to be built close to the affected lands. Certain death maybe, but Syraeia had died once before, a second death might bring peace and no one wished to run the Inn.
And so she found herself leaving with others as its Inn keeper, a place maybe where they might least not kill a blightborn on sight. “The eye of the Beholder” was its name and you could only laugh at the coincidence, fate was a funny thing and you could only laugh or cry at your fate. You might as well enjoy it.
Turns out as long as you hand them strong ale and hot food, many folks seemed to not care, but people always seemed warey especially newcomers. Running the Inn was hard work but rewarding.
Misc:The inn's sign includes a large painted D&D beholder, painted in a crude style but also very much like the new settlement. Unfinished.
