CrimsonStar:Nordmyra
Game: Children of the Crimson Star
Nordmyra (Nord-MY-ruh) is the elven innkeeper of Trygg inn, that is run by her sister and husband when she is absent.
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Basic Statistics[edit]
- Height: 5'11"
- Weight: 140 lbs.
- Age: 28
- Hair Color: Dark Blonde with greenish highlights here and there
- Skin Color: Fair
- Race: Elf
- Class: Mage
- Job: Innkeeper and Bar Chick
- Paragon Path: N/A
- Epic Destiny: N/A
Personality[edit]
Nordmyra tries her best to be humble, but when she is doing all the damage in the arena with her magic missile spell, and no one else is hitting the enemies, that can cause a bit of an ego problem. She gets very annoyed at the Tiefling Megaera, who often chooses extravagant outfits for as little reason as to turn a few more heads in the arena. The thing that made her the most annoyed with her was her 15-inch lace up boots that left trackings of mud up the path to her inn- ugh! But something happened recently that made Nordmyra a little bit less egotistical- and more worried about her family. She has no idea where her nephew is, and is acting a little bit more like a gentle and caring auntie lately. She is fighting for the survival of the party and the eventual finding of Joey.
Connection to the Party[edit]
Nordmyra, as stated before, owns an inn which the druid Daraek frequents; and the new dwarf tank Harbek is falling in love with. She also knew Hargrave as a friend and inn customer before his death.
Nordmyra did NOT hear about an assassin attempt plan on Megaera and Alecto's great aunt; but she journeyed into the desert to find a cart of goods for their mom, and that's when all of this random crap started.
(IN PROGRESS)
History[edit]
Current Events[edit]
- Session 1
Star Dream[edit]
You are standing on a barren hot desert plain beneath a blood red sky. A number of figures, obviously haggard from their trek into this wasteland, approach. When they reach you, one wails, “Great secret keeper… why did you call us here… surely you have killed us!” You smile and respond, “I have never lured potential students to their death.” With a wave of your hand and an effort of will, the mirage in the distance forms into a mirrored castle somewhat the worse for wear. “How did you create such a fortress!” exclaims another of your new students. “I did not create it. I allowed it to be seen… and I much prefer to think of it as a school…” you respond.
When you enter the gates, you go not into a castle but to the edge of a great battle. A burst of deadly arcane energy hurls towards you, winking out with a wave of your hand. You look behind you at the multitude of young frightened mages… sorcerers and warlocks... “Students, it is time for the Veiled alliance to unveil its true strength don’t you?”
Your vision turns to a red light from a star that seems to bleed. You wake up with a tattoo.
