Vashaela of Vodarre

Tiefling Sorceress with Warlock Tendencies

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I grew up in Vodarre. Some will say that it was a hot and brutal place, with only heathens and evil. I disagree. I was raised by my parents. They were two members of the upper-class. I wanted for very little. We had plenty of servants in our household and despite it being a grand place filled with wealth, its age also managed to provide an air of coziness. Sure there are things that outsiders might consider, creepy, but they were just a part of our family history. We have countless trophies of all sorts, many different kinds of creatures have tried to “impress” my ancestors. All of these creatures failed, except for one.
Some people shiver when they see a stuffed gnoll in our parlor. The hair on the back of one’s neck rises when they see the wyvern. However, the one in pride of place in our great hall is understated for all that it nearly ended our line. The skull of a beholder is sat upon a dusty cushion. In front of it in an open velvet case is a carefully polished elf leg bone carved into a flute. So many of those creatures that are represented in our home were just trifles, at the most a challenge.
The beholder was another story. It nearly destroyed my four great’s grandfather. After his companions and him had nearly exhausted themselves, my grandfather, Barteus, was for once on the losing side. Then suddenly, his slave, an elf wizard named Vashevus cast a magnificent illusion and reflected it into a mirror. The beholder was distracted for a fatal moment, enough for my grandfather’s companions to finish it off. The elf slave was severely hurt by the beholder, he lost his leg. My grandfather had his healer try to repair the leg to no avail. The elf was healed though and to honor him, Barteus freed him and gave him a share of the gold from his adventuring as thanks. He swore that if Vashevus ever had need or his family did, then they could call upon Barteus’ family and no questions would be asked. Vashevus took his leg and magically formed it into a flute and gave it to Barteus. “You have been a good and fair master to me, but I was still your slave. Do not take offense, but I don’t completely trust any who take slaves. Take this as a gift to your family but also as a symbol of your pledge. If ever I do need you, the flute will play of its own accord and will guide you to me. If you or yours do not help me, there will be a penalty, a curse. Pray that you never know it. “
The skull and the flute have lain in their places of honour since then. The flute plays the most lovely, haunting music. Birds sit by our windows and weep at it sweet sadness. Flowers bloom brighter at its cheerful tunes. Warrior’s blood boils stronger and fiercer when a battle tune plays. Little things happen when the flute is played. Still it has never played on its own. No one has ever been called upon to fulfill our oath. Maybe the elf is dead, without having sought his boon. Who knows? I stole it though, on the evening that I left. The evening when I was told about my upcoming wedding date.
I figured, if they could take my freedom, then I could take their precious flute. I left with only a purse with some gold my flute and a few other things to travel with. No way in hell was I going to marry Demarit! He’s a total dork wizard who spends his days studying spells. To make it worse, he’s tone deaf. Okay, he is a tiefling from a powerful bloodline and his family has some really good trade connections all across Panrovia and Merrovin and several other places besides. But my little sister Vishnar can marry him. Strength of all sorts runs in my blood. My family are what remains of the royal tiefling line that traces its origins back to the beginning. We don’t speak of it anymore, only we still know. We carry the lineage in our records. I am too good for him. I pray to the goddess that I can stay away long enough for my parents to just marry Vishnar to him. She will be just fine with him. I am sure she thinks fondly upon him, at least more fondly than I.
I wonder what adventures I will have. What new honour will I bring to the Aashnari name?

Vashaela of Vodarre

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