A darkness within
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She had wandered the countryside for nearly 4 years, wondering where she might find her mark, her bounty had eluded her some many years earlier in Arabel and she could not face the death that awaited her for failing. Slowly she travelled on using one disguise after another to gain work upon the caravans that travelled all of Faerun. Through Cormyr and the Dales and the great elven forests she entertained the men, usually mercs during their trips. This is the life of a vagrant, a small girl lost and helpless in the world, with no father, no mother and no-one to take care of her.
Iria wasn't much more than 8 years old when her father died, the experience brought her much pain and suffering at the hands of the Cormyrian guard. So she fled before she was killed, unsure and having nowwhere to go she wander out into the wilderness. Unfortunately for her, having no money and no skill with a weapon left her at the mercy of whatever merc picked her up and brought her along. Most mercs were pleased to use and beat her before leaving her dead in whatever ditch was closest, until one day she met an old man, he took her in and guided her through her adolescent years, teaching her that the world wasn't totally against her, there was a way should could make it in the lands.
Dalak, and elderly man having deep black hair with several white streaks found Iria a most adept student. With her hunger for a better life, and her interest in learning, she made the perfect apprentice. After several years he believe she was ready for her first real job, and sent her off towards Narfell. He never could have known what lay in store for her there, and if he did would he have ever sent her there?
Iria had found what she was searching for just upon arriving in Norwich, and even better she had found people willing to teach her even more. Upon one such training session, something horrible occurred, demons poured forth from where goblins should have been and began to ravage the small group. Help was short to come, and having arrived nearly too late to save anyone, but it came non-the-less, but for Iria there was no chance. A large demon appeared just in front of her as she ran and his blade was much faster then the unskilled Iria. It found it's way deep into her chest, exploding out her back…. it was a silent cry before everything faded to darkness.
It was in the darkness she was visited by the demon, the worker of the dark plot to kill her, givinger her offerings and a way to come back, but the price was one she could not pay, her soul, it already belonged to another, a darker more extreme power, it was this power that had stolen her away from the demons grasp, but maybe not entirely. It was in this small fraction of a moment the demon whispered that she would not escape, the demon would come again and again for her, there was no chance for survival. This scarred Iria, something imprinted upon her mind, something foreign....whatever it was Iria has not been the same since...
Who was this sinister demon, what does she want from Iria, what are her plots for Narfell and why choose such a fate for her? These are all questions Iria cannot stop from running through her mind. Something must be done, but excatly what she is not sure.
((This is my first Narfell IC post, hope you all enjoy it))
