Psychie
Princess Psychie
Athaclenna shrugs. "I have lost my home and instructor of many years to a rival wizard, and would have lost my own life if I had not the good fortune to be away from the tower when the fight took place. I seek a way to find this necromancer that did this, along with the strength enough to be able to avenge the death of my master. I strongly suspect that it will take me many years to have any chance of this, and in the meantime, I seek to make my way in the world and try to honor the memory of my master by doing something good for others."Up on the wall...
Athaclenna, Svetlana nods and smiles. “That’s more than enough. Honestly, I don’t know what would have become of us if you all hadn’t shown up.
She pulls a stray hair dancing over her face in the wind behind her ear. “So, how did you end up with this group? Seems like dangerous work.”