Lady Brendylln Hollyspear
Female Elf Sorcerer 1
LN Medium Humanoid
Init +2; Senses Low-light Vision, Perception +7
DEFENSE
AC 12, Touch 12, Flat-footed 10
HP 5
Fort -2, Ref +2, Will +3; +2 vs. enchantment spells and effects
Immune magical sleep effects
OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft.
Melee Elven Curved Blade (1d10)
Ranged Sling (1d4)
Special Attacks Laughing Touch 5x/Day
Sorcerer Spells
STATISTICS
Str 12, Dex 15, Con 6, Int 15, Wis 12, Cha 15
Base Atk +0; CMB 1; CMD 2
Feats Eschew Materials, Silent Spell
Skills Appraise +6, Knowledge (Arcana) +6, Perception +7, Spellcraft +6
Languages Common, Elven, Goblin, Dwarven
Gear Elven Curve Blade, Sling and Bullets (10), Steel Mirror, Vial of Black Ink, Ink Pen, Parchment (4), Signet Ring, Merchant’s Scale, Backpack, Traveler’s Outfit, 15 gp
HISTORY
Lady Brendylln Hollyspear didn’t ask for the responsibility of a trading house at her tender age, nor did she ask for the Fey Blood coursing throughout her body to manifest in such a drastic manner. However, much like in the business world, she learned to take what assets she was given and to work with them.
The fact that she was born into nobility didn’t often cross Lady Brendylln’s mind. It was a simple fact that her family had been part of the ruling class of Aeroch Nor for generations. During the heyday of the elven city, the Hollyspears had been responsible for some of the most ambitious building projects in the history of the city, most notably the Arcenspire Tower which shone like a beacon from the center of the city.
Times were not as they were in the past.
A new family had favor in the Royal Court – the Duskweavers. For decades the family’s patriarch Lord Petice had been petitioning for greater favor within the Royal Court by downplaying how the Hollyspears had turned a blind eye to too many things.
It was two things that kept coming out of Lord Petice Duskweaver’s mouth. The first was how the Hollyspears had allowed the Monks and Druids of the Frosted Willow free trade without restrictions within Aeroch Nor. As a sainted monastery, the Hollyspears allowed the Order of the Frosted Willow immunity to the tariffs that were in place for the rest of the Trade Guild. Second was the fact that a half breed was allowed sanctuary in the monastery instead of being executed when being found.
Lady Brendylln’s Curse, as the rest of the Royal Court called her sorcery, manifested itself when she and a few of her family’s hirelings were attacked on a trade mission through dwarven territory deep in the delves underneath the mountains.
Beaten and bruised, Lady Brendylln refused to give in to her captors and prayed to whatever gods would answer. She didn’t count on the ghost of her ancestor to answer the call. The dark shrieking in the damp caverns struck so much fear in Lady Brendylln’s heart that she collapsed. As Lady Brendylln struggled to remain conscious, she heard a small voice in her head.
“Let me in, and I will show you power beyond belief.”
“No.”
“Then you shall die great-grand-daughter.” The voice made a sound of pity somehow.
“No.” Lady Brendylln remembered saying.
“There is no choice!” the voice yelled, “I will have your body and you will survive. No Hollyspear shall die to the likes of them! By my name as Lady Alynis Hollyspear the Fey, they shall not have you!”
Lady Brendylln woke with Lady Alynis’ ring on her finger and a new power brimming in her blood. The Duskweavers never saw her the same ever since. The young elf knew she would never be the same either.
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