Posted by Avendella on May 22, 2000 at 23:11:43:
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Since she was a small child, Avendella had the gift of healing, though it only
manifested itself in times of need. As she grew, she became fascinated with
her abilities and began to search frantically for the means to further herself.
The creatures in the vale near her home, in Darsylon, were well protected by
the elves and those of the Grove. As a result, she found herself in what she
considered a sizeable rut. With no place to learn and no one to teach her,
she made do with what she had at her disposal. Deep in the night, Avendella
set snares for small forest animals. She nursed each of the creatures she
caught back to health and made quite a name for herself. In time, this was
no longer enough and she began to harm the little things to greater extent.
One night, she went too far. She killed one of the great cooshies and was,
to her enormous disappointment, unable to revive him. Since that day, she
has been dedicated to her goal of gaining mastery over death.
pay for the role they played in her eventual fate. She is now without home
family and seeks her place in the world.
Avendella has petitioned each of the great liches and has been accepted as
apprentice to Zorszaul. She has been given her first lessons in the art of
necromancy, Zorszaul showing her how to create a zombie and Viscrinth,
teaching her the history of Arboria and the Lichmaker. She has decided
to seek her place in among the scholars at the Tower of Magic. Viscrinth
offered to teach her what he knows of necromancy if his Lord Twist allows.
With Twist's disappearance and the Tower's refusal to accept her, she
has furthered her studies with Zorszaul. She has become proficient
in the ways of harvesting bodies for flesh golems and can feel the
magic within her, though it still escapes her grasp. She feels that she
is only a step away from channeling the power and finding the source
of mana.
After decades of devoted study, failure, frustration, and perserverance, Avendella
finally managed to find the source of all mana. It was a cold, bitter night when
Zorszaul found her, sharing a drink with an Imperial Blade at the Eternal Star.
He was adament that she come with him to the graveyard behind the Inn in Seantryn
Modan. It was there that he gave her final lesson... and there that she learned
to demand the forces she wished to control. Since childhood, she had asked
for the gift that surged through her veins and it was this that prevented her
from finding what it was she sought. It was difficult.. more difficult than
anything she had ever done before, but Zorszaul insisted that she succeed. To her
immense relief, the corpse of a half elven merchant opened its eyes, then stood to
serve her. For weeks, Avendella and her teacher continued her lessons in the
abandoned graveyard of Barovia, and though they remained silent, the news of her
success spread like wildfire throughout the land. Avendella the Malefic, Mistress
of Forbidden Lore, they called her. It was with great reluctance she left the protection
of Zorszaul and set out to learn the ways of magic through experience.
Years past and Avendella's masters finally claim that they can teach her no more in
the art of necromancy. Many claim that she will soon hear the call of her kin, the
infamous elven lichmaker. The thought worries her.. she is rather attached to her flesh.
She doesn't believe that she will feel the pull. She doesn't believe that one of her kind
has the necessary evil to become. A small group of mages is hell bent on convincing
her that if she *were* to become, Zorszaul would be destroyed. They claim that the
two of them weave the threads of the world and that their bond is deadly to the lich.
Avendella has considered this with no less than her life and she has come to the conclusion
that be it necessary, she will sacrifice herself to save him.
"Voices.. voices all the time" Avendella has taken to hearing voices. At first, she
discounted them... passed them off as reflections of her thoughts, her consience.
She realizes now, however, that they are more than that. They have a name.. a
physical presence. At their urging, she made her way to the man she avoided for
so very long... the Lichmaker. The meeting did not go well, at all. Avendella realized
very quickly the price she would be made to pay for the answers she seeks. Merely
a shadow of the woman she was, she left the church, in search of four things, as
the cleric demanded. Months past.. the voices with her near constantly, warning
her of spies in the ravens, hunters from the Hells, and those others who would
oppose her. Despite it, or even because of it, Avendella found what she sought.
Now, she has only to muster the courage to collect them. She realizes that to do
so could mean her end, or worse... Zorszaul's.