Yntilna
Beginnings
As a young child, Yntilna witnessed the fall of Z'logoth to a horde of beasts from the Shadowfell. She and her parents narrowly escaped with their lives, fleeing with hundreds of other survivors into the unforgiving tundra of Asaneth. Its influence chilled bone and spirit alike as the refugees desperately searched for sanctuary.
Turned away from the cities of Himnas and Z'lago, her family wandered many months before their journey came to an end at Fort Gnori. The fortress loomed at the edge of the Bone Fields, a pallid expanse littered with the remains of those foolhardy enough to challenge its inhabitants.
In time, Yntilna came to be one of those few.
A Shadow In Darkness
Life in Fort Gnori was a ceaseless struggle. Frequent raids by warped beasts in the harsh climate forged its inhabitants into unyielding defenders. By her teens, Yntilna had learned to fight not for glory, but for the sake of her own survival.
As a shadar-kai, shadow clung to her very being. Its numbness dulled her emotions, its calm steadied her hand in battle. She favoured the greatsword, a weapon as cruel and elegant as the heritage which flowed through her veins.
The Dying Lands
As she reached adulthood, Yntilna began to notice the Bone Fields changing. Each year the soil grew more brittle, the winds ever more biting. Many believed that after the destruction of Z'logoth, the Shadowfell was slowly consuming the land like a sickness.
Yntilna refused to accept this inevitability. Exploring the wastes beyond the keep, she had found fragments of older cultures, proof that the Bone Fields had once been wide plains of grass and scrubland. Something vital had been lost, and rediscovering it could benefit all of Asaneth.
Soon afterwards, a caravan bound north arrived at Fort Gnori. she made her choice. Yntilna left without ceremony, carrying little more than her greatsword and a gnawing sense of purpose.
Horticultura Arcana
The caravan's path first led through Nymeria, where the land softened and the air grew damp with rain. She had never dreamed of such abundance, and she learned what she could of how the locals nurtured it.
Onward to Valoria, she sought knowledge in the ancient libraries of Everglade, Mytheas and Orthay. She devoured tomes on rituals and legends of renewal, anything that could hold the key to Asaneth's restoration.
Instilled with a fragile sense of hope, her road has now brought her to Khaz Varrak, where runes can shape earth merely through will. She hopes to be granted an audience with a dwarf first born, legendary beings who are believed to have helped forge Aelor itself.
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