History
“Come lads and lasses. Sit and I will tell you a tale of courage of an soul judge unfair. It happened ages ago during one of the human's crusaders. Fire Thorne, Firefang, Fyrestar was quite something for a human lass. Red, brazing hair like the roaring flames of our forges. Green eyes that one might say were stolen emeralds. Not Many could stand up to an inquisitor Mph... Magic of light they call it. Nothing more than a twisted... pervert abuse of the light itself. When one came to our hobble, we thought it was the end times knocking on our stone doors. Tis was in our tavern he began to sprout about crimes against their.. 'holy order'” The old dwarf stops and leans to the side to spit.
“This lass, drunk in quite the stupor. Gets up from her bar stool and throws her pint right at his head. HA! A pint.. a pitty waste.. Now where was I? Oh yes. Those Templars didn't take kindly to that and we this lass was stupid, she could hardly stand! Wobbling around on her feet. When she brought her hands up, it was like a spray of colors confusing the stupid buggers. Now.. we were nothing but jewel cutters. We all scattered to the sides while this fiery opened this portal looking door. Upon stepping through. We thought she was gone. She stepped out of thin air before the Inquisitor with an bloody fire ball in her right hand. BAM RIGHT TO THE KISSER!” The dwarf swing his left fist.
“Ya should have seen it! It was like a loud boom and flames thrown all over. Templar's screaming while their armor joints were melted shut! The Inquisitor? You ask? He looked like jerky without a head! Now if you see a red haired lass sitting at the tavern, NEVER...EVER interrupt her peace and quiet with the pint. Women... woooo.. Dangerous beasts lads, memory that extends to the end of the world. Best you chose yar words carefully.” Right before he gets bapped on the head by his wife.
Ember was quite the odd ball one might say when she was young. Always sick and meek. Eventually discovering that she had quite the amplitude for magic. Most of the time it would manifest whenever she became frustrated or angry. Often shattering glass for example. It led her parents to believing she was possessed; being religious. They turned her over to the church. Despite behaving she was often tortured, being told that this would free her from the evil spirits that held her.
The last straw came about six months in when she was forced to watch another be burned at the stake. It became clear at this point that would be the very fate awaiting her when she came of age. Since she had been playing the good little girl They never bothered locking her room; giving her the perfect way to escape. Although opening doors? They were unpleasant with how they were broken, bruised. Still with some telekinesis she managed. Now she is hunted by the church's Templar actively.
With this in her mind, Ember hardly stays in one place very long. Mostly because her magic began to become.. addicting; like someone gripped at her whenever she dared to use it. Making this rather problematic with how others view her. Time is a fleeting thing to her and appears to not age. Ember became aware of this when she decided to take a little peek at her family. Finding that someone else lived there. After a bit of gossip and afew.. curious questions she learned they had died over fifty years ago.
One may ask, was she looking for revenge against her family for putting her in such a horrible place? Truthfully? No, she still cared for them deep in her heart. Although the family line continued, she never approached them. Feeling that just being known by them would complicate things with the church. For quite a long time the dusty and dirt roads were her only friend.Years turned into decades then into centuries. Eventually, her travels brought to a tavern; White Wing Tavern. For once she decided to spend a night under a roof.
It was here she met the Inn Keeper; Annabelle. She made her curious as she seemed, different. The smile she had was infectious, contagious that always made her smile in return. After a few days staying, she was offered a job. At first she was on the fence. Until a few.. selective things were said to her, right away she slipped back into her shell. More or less she shut everything out and was debating about leaving once her paid stay was over.
Those thoughts didn't stay long since someone appeared to take notice. Simple kind words were a rare thing in this world. Thus most of her night was spent mulling it over. Only to decide in the morning to take the offer. What exactly the position was? The red head had no idea and honesty. With honey words like that she didn't care if she only washed dishes.