The story I tell is of a lost little elf by the name of Neeshia. You see
her parents were once well known in Syfvaren for their music store and hand
made musical instruments. But one sad day long ago Neeshia and her parents
decided to close up shop and go out for a bit of traveling. While out her
parents noticed something about Neeshia that they had never before
noticedshe seemed to radiate with some sort of a magical glow. Neeshia
moved things without touching them...but how? Could that she had some
innate magical powers?
They decided there was nothing they could do about it while they were away
from Syfvaren and that it would be better to wait and talk with the other
elves there. Before they could get back home a horrible thing happened. As
the family turned a corner they ran into Handrim the Vile and his gang.
First they asked them for money for passage they gave the money and tried
to pass but the gang wasn't through with them. Hardrim grabbed Neeshia's
mother and started causing her to scream. Her father who was not exactly
the fighting type wielded carving knife and tried to stab Hardrim, but
Torrin the Terrible quickly disarmed him and held him back to watch his
wife's demise.
Neeshia was quickly grabbed by Celatar the Chaste and was forced to watch
as Handrim killed both her mother and father. Somehow, after seeing her
mother and father perish before her eyes she conjured up a ball of fire and
broke free from Celatar. She ran with all her might and never looked back.
After a long time wandering she found herself in Kieron, now an orphan she
was subjected to begging for scraps. She was constantly being picked on by
the Press Gang, who called her a freak. Finally they ran her out of the
city. Neeshia somehow ended up in Siva and started begging again. She ran
into a group of ruffians and it was the same story all over again. They
called her a freak and a witch and ran her away from Siva. Neeshia started
roaming again eating scraps when she came to them but mostly eating
nothing. One day Neeshia found herself in a forest, while looking for
scraps, nuts, and berries she stumbled on what seemed to be a temple
As she got closer she heard a harsh, rasping voice calling to her. She
followed the voice until she stood upon the altar. Neeshia looked around
afraid, trying to find the source of the rasping voice. The voice then told
Neeshia to bow before it and I will give you all you want and more. She
looked around noticing that the voice was coming from everywhere and
nowhere at all. She spoke to the voice asking it what it could possibly
give her. The voice told her of power, riches galore, and most importantly,
REVENGE. Pictures started flowing before her eyesthings she had long ago
forgotten the ruffians, the Press Gang, and Handrim the Vile and his gang.
She bowed before the voice and swore her life to it. That is how Neeshia
came to follow Zaal. She moved back to Kieron, after hearing about the
class called Mage.
She remembered the fireball that she through at Celatar and figured she
should study magic. After studying with the Magi for many years she decided
it was time for her to take her revenge. Neeshia rooted out the Press Gang
and killed each member quickly leaving their corpses to rot because, she
had bigger fish to fry. She then went to Siva and fought with every ruffian
she could find thinking that it was a nice way to train her skills if
nothing else. Finally after years of fighting and searching she ran upon
Handrim the Vile and his gang again. Grinning evilly she thought of the
promise Zaal gave her. Neeshia cornered Torrin the Terrible first and
quietly killed him. Then moved on to Celatar the Chaste saving Handrim for
last. After a short battle she watched as Celatar took his last breath and
grinned again. Thinking to herself now it the time to avenge my mother and
father she waked quietly up on Handrim.
. She did not want to attack neither before he could see her nor before he
remembered what he had done to her and her family. She said the first thing
that came into her head "BOO!" Handrim jumped and turned to face Neeshia.
She grinned in his face and started to tell him a story of a little elf and
her family that was attacked by a guy and his gang. Then she told him that
the little elf was all grown up now and wanted her revenge. Seeing the
recognition in his face she decided it was time. She cast fear on him and
as it paralyzed him she told him exactly how she was going to kill him.
Seeing the fear in his eyes she let out a loud cackle as she attacked. Once
he was dead she butchered his corpse and ate the pieces one by one until
she was stuffed. With this done Neeshia realized she had no reason to keep
living. She decided to make one final trip to the mountains.  She finds the
highest cliff and steps to the ledge, looks down and wonders what she just
did and why she did it.
As Neeshia prepares to take the final step a mist swirls in she turns to
see the source of the mist and sees a man in the middle. She looks at the
man and in fear takes a half step closer to the cliff. Just then the man
speaks "Don't be afraid little one, I am Hesiod Nakaya, Order of the
Darkflame and I am here to help." His voice was so calm and soothing that
she took 2 steps closer. She told him that there was no help for her and
that Zaal already owned her soul. He told her that he was not there for her
soul but that he could help her if she would just follow him. Hesitantly at
first she followed the man in the mist. "Where are we going?" she asked
Hesiod.
. He looked at her, smiled and said "Home little one." He took her to Kyr
Keep where she met the man of her dreams, a dwarf named Shadowmyst.  It
took Neeshia a while to come around to Shadowmyst after being alone for so
long. But she did and they were married on Kepki 13, 53 AD. Now the happy
couple is in the process of starting a family and Neeshia is finally home
again.