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Name: Princess Thea of Nendorei

Race: Wood Elf

Sex: Female

Age: 342

Personality: Usually quiet timid and friendly can turn into a cold and heartless when over threatened or scared.

Reflection (appearance):

Background:
Thea, a wood elf, grew up quite, reserved, but thoughtful and a leader naturally. Thea’s father spoiled her and her mother helped the young girl learn about nature and the world around. She was interested in the common man and placed them as the first problem to deal with when she became a leader, But as the story goes there was never any true clue that Princess Thea would indeed be able to rule..

War ruins cities, not only does it allow for clans and back markets to rise but it always has a looser. In the bloodiest war of all wars between Thol Maldir and Nendorei over, at first, over land, power, and money; Nendorei took the downfall. Thea the princess of Nendorei watched as her land fell apart. At first the fires, and then the screams slowly became a fact of life for her. And when it all said and done the ruins that were left of her city where not only in habitable but seized by the Thol Maldir. As order of the Thol Maldir the remaining royalty of the once Nendorei where to be publicly executed. Thea and her parents were forced to walk with a designated knight. On the first night Thea’s knight found himself in the bottom of a whiskey bottle and had it in his mind to use Thea. The knight, though, was too drunk to do anything but trip over himself. He still had untied her and given her enough time to kiss her parents and get out on the run. She knew they’d be looking for her, and because of her mother she knows which direction to travel in. Thea can’t stop and won’t because if she does she knows they will find her and it will be her end.

Weapons: crooked dagger

Allemand knew it would be hard to travel south, discrimination thrived there and societies were divided. Although he did have a close friend in Kughgarum also known as the city of Dwarves, this is where he needed to go. The only problem was getting in.

Grabbing his pack equipped with the weapons and items he would travel with on his journey, he jumped up on his steed which was a luxurious white also accompanied by a saddle. Thol Maldir held stables and a house where you could pay for the horses in. He started off, galloping through the forest on horseback.

Allemand was close to Kughgarum and he needed to reach it at dawn. Hopefully the lead on Thea would prove to be beneficial, this ride would be pointless if not. The night was beautiful though, he savoured every moment, it wasn’t often that he had tranquility.

Even though he was nearing the border of Thol Maldir, he needed rest and would not receive any if he did pass the line. A new inn which was stationed a few miles from the border looked promising so he decided this is where he would stay for the night. He put his horse in a minor stable and provided hay and water for it, now he needed to tend to himself. Walking in the inn many people came to his aid and offered their services, they shoved him in a room and he fell asleep on a cushioned bed with water on his nightstand.

Allemand woke up and rose from his position, wearily making his way over to a long wooden table with grave details scratched into the side, he got all of it and equipped the different items. Outside, he went to the stables where his horse was, it was lying down but when he came over it quickly garnered its bearings and stood up. Well fed, the both of them, now it was time to go to Kughgarum. “Hey boy,” Allemand said to the horse with a cheerful smile.

Allemand was well on his way to Kughgarum when he heard the clash of steel on steel. A fight? He came around the corner and saw Nokdren, the Dwarf. His loyal friend was in danger and he needed help, Allemand quickly jumped off of his horse and slung out his bow then perched an arrow between the center and let it release. Narrowed and twisted in the air, it came to a complete stop when it landed in the heart of Nokdren’s aggressor oozing through the man’s white shirt. “Hello, Nokdren.”