Ymeia

Portrait

Reflecting back over my life, what a journey.

Starting out on a turnip farm, I grew to hate turnips fairly quickly. Fore yew see we had turnips for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks. So with the hating of turnips, every opertunetive I got the chance to go to the forest to look for herbs and berries, I jump to go.

One day, while out foraging, back home a band of Bandits with the aid of a hord of Grimswarms attack the family farm. Upon my return out of the forest, thick clouds of smoke filled the area of my home.

I still have nightmares when I think back to that day I came home to find my father laying in the yard, a pitch fork laying beside him, the life had been brutely beaten from him. The place where our home used to stand, was now nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes. My brothers and sisters bodies were scattered just out from where the house was. The hardest was seeing my mother, they had beat her, and cut her to pieces, her head was over by my brother, her limbs were scattered, and her body lay next to my sister.

It was well into the night by the time I finished digging graves for each of my family. Tear stained face, terrified and with a heavey heart, I picked up my foraging sack, said farewell to my family graves, and I left that farm.

It was a rough time traveling, what time I wasnt searching for food, I was hiding from passing groups. I did not trust anyone, and always slept with one eye open.

After several of months traveling, I stumbled upon a city of Wehnimer's Landing. A lot of hussle and bussle of active, I came upon a place to get jobs delivering messages. Work wasnt too hard, pay enough to keep my belly full and later on a roof over my head at Silvergate Inn.

Then it happened, while runnng errons and making silvers, I was attacked by a big ole mean roltan, I felt life slipping, and then lighting from heavens opened up, and a beautfiul goddess came to my resuce, least that is what I first thought as I passed out from blood loss.

When I woke up, I found myself healed and feeling well. I looked up, and to my horror there were two half-elfs standing over me. My fear must of shown upon my face, cause they both tried to confort me. I was not having any of it, I didn’t trust these two anymore than I did other passing by people.

I tried to give them the few silvers I had, and they said no, its not the Onoir way. I thanked them, and scurried off. Thinking I got lucky and didn’t die, and I got away from these two ladies. Least that is what I told myself as I went to sleep that night.

My days continued as they had, I run errons, make silvers, go forage for food, and sleep in a rented room at night at Silvergate Inn. Life was good. Least that is what I was telling myself. Then it started happening, I would get the feeling someone was watching me, and soon after one of the half-elfs would come search me out. She seemed nice and almost trustworthy, but I still only knew that she saved me from death, and didn’t take my few silvers in payment, so she couldn’t be all bad as I first thought.

As time went on, I learned this half-elf was called Cosannie, leader of Onoir. She spent a lot of time with me, she would talk with me, share facts about Onoir, and was breaking through my reserves. Though her daughter Denissa I learned was the one who had healed me, but this lady was more terrifying than Cosannie, cause out of the blue I would be alone, and next second she be standing there. I cant tell yew how many heart failing moment Denissa gave me. A few months passed, they helped me visit the trainers, and who knew, I started trusting these two half-elfs.

On my third visit to trainers, I joined this society of Lord Voln, with Cosannie inviting me in. One afternoon, I thought I was alone, so I thought I’d go release some tormented souls, and I ended up getting killed. The minute my body hit the ground, poof came in Denissa, and she was followed by a Giantman, who turned out to be a cleric, who restored my life to me. I was grateful for the help, but who was this fellow?

Cosannie continued being friends with me, and invited me to come to an Onoir meeting. I finally caved in, and went, so many new faces, my fear level was almost nerves shattering, but She helped me through it. That giantman was there, so I later talked to her, and agreed that if that Giantman who gave me life, would be my mentor, id join. To my surprise he agreed to do so, My mentor’s name was Elbromo, cleric of Lady Lorminstra.

The challenge began, here I was a squire to Onoir. So now I had two peeps that would scare the life nearly out of me popping in to my area. It was either Denissa checking my health and seeing if I needed help, or my mentor popping in. I cant tell yew how many times I cried in frustration. Though my new Onoir family started breaking down my trust issued shell.

I spent a lot of time talking and letting my guard down with Cosannie, she was truly becoming a trusted friend, and I mentioned how my family was brutely killed and was alone in life. She introduced me to her sister Rogannie, who fell in love with the idea of adopting me, and her husband Frezze welcomed me into their family with open arms, so I went from just Ymeia, to Ymeia Peak.

As I grew in my squireship, it was a very rocky road, and I lost track how many times I just about tossed in the towel and walked away. Elbromo and I went around and around, and I think he was about to give me to someone else, but the common path always went back to Cosannie sitting us down and talking to us. She had a way of calming me and got Elbromo to continue onwards.

I had the opertunetive to be the leader of Willow Hall, for a few months. I thought things were going well, but life’s adventure caved in on me, and I didn’t have time to continue, so I stepped down, and left the house. I later moved into house Twilight Hall, which is were I leave my muddiest boots at.

I was continueing my Onoir path, learning the orders and codes. I did my best to help out where I could, donate silvers to help fund things, trying to give back what I could, little did I know aobut Largess. Wow, was that a leason learned the hard way. At one gathering, Balantine accused me of being Largess, and I not knowing at the time the meaning of it, flew off the wrong side of the handle, blew up, and was ready to leave Onoir for good. It got bad, Fore you see, I thought Balantine was making fun of my race, my size. I was wrong.

Once again, Cosannie came to the table, drug me and Elbromo there, and shared with me the meaning of Largess, I was embarrassed and had to apolized to Balantine for yelling at him and blowing up. I truly was a handful of a squire.

Elbromo was the best mentor and best fit for me. He was so patient with me. I learned a lot from him, but he claims he learned a lot from me. I truly miss him. He got me to a full member, and truly my best friend.

One of our talks he said he could see me becoming an officer of Onoir, and here I am now, Lady Warlord, 2nd in command.

Life is a journey, yew gotta take the risks to enjoy life.

With Hononr, Duty, Loyality, For House Daingneach Onoir

Ymeia Peak, Lady Warlord

You see Ymeia Peak the Master Fletcher.
She appears to be a Giantman of the Maeramil Clan.
She is taller than average. She appears to be young. She has bright crystal blue eyes and golden brown skin. She has waist length, curly dark blonde hair pinned back on one side with a blush-hearted white almond blossom. She has an oval face, a straight nose and dimpled cheeks. She has matte navy blue lacquer brushed onto her slim fingernails.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a half-crescent ora handaxe in her left hand.
She is wearing an ebonwood fletching kit inlaid with tiny ruby arrows, a braided black spidersilk harness, a suit of supple fighting leathers, a leather crafter's apron, a spiked vultite helm, a simple leather hair tie with amber beads, a glittering amber earring, a delicate pewter torc, a thick fel choker dangling a spider encased in tumbled amber, a gold-trimmed diamond hydra pendant, a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol, a brushed silver locket inset with gilded scrollwork, a pearl-edged oyster shell locket, a cobweb-covered jet black spidersilk cloak edged with silver silk trim, an obsidian-bound ceramic badge, an onyx-inlaid gold barrette, a vaalin-swept illthorn leaf pin, a quintuple orb brooch, an emerald-leafed mistletoe pin, a crystallized silvery fossil charm, an ancient Black Wolf armband, a black and red Onoir crest, a mithril Twilight Hall pin, a black silk sash adorned with a white elanthian snow rose, a thick modwir armband, a small four-pointed azure star insignia inset with a golden drake, some black spidersilk gloves with lion-shaped buttons, a smooth vaalin shield symbol hammered into blackened steel, a gold and green parrot prayer-feather, a large canvas hiking pack, a copper-scaled snake skin bodice trimmed in suede, a lion-adorned black silk armband, some smooth amber armbands, an amber-maned bronze lion bracer, a fang fringed moccasin skin dagger sheath inlaid with golden amber, a trio of white gold bangles spangled in tiny snowflake-cut sapphires, a prismatic crystal bracelet, a pair of soft suede handwraps, an enruned urglaes band, an engraved copper ring, a silver lion head ring, a royal purple flyrsilk scarf swept with golden arabesques, a sheer sanguine matte silk scarf framed in ebony tea roses, a multi-pocketed leather tool belt, a sturdy dark leather gem pouch, a distressed doeskin bag fringed with various talons, a hip-slung ashen leather kit, a coarse burlap sack, a gilded locus, a silver-sewn pale spidersilk skirt, a pair of obsidian-plated shin-guards, some golden thigh-boots beaded with pieces of golden amber, and a superior mithril-handled vultite forging-hammer.