OOC:
Wrote this quickly last night while I was waiting for my kiddo to fall asleep.
Andariel had been a member of House Strada for as long as she could remember, longer to be honest. There were paintings in the halls showing some of her previous incarnations, a holy warrior with a great sword, a druid in green robes, a oracle holding a glowing ball of light and an assassin, her face barely visible from beneath a dark cloak. She’d begun her service as little more than a simple retainer but decades of faithful service had brought honours and rewards, titles, a gift of land, she’d given her life for House Strada more than once. There was something more to Andariel , something in her distant past that had been calling to her for a very long time.
A soft siren song that had been easy enough to ignore at first. It called her west, towards the mountains, towards something in her past and as the years had passed the song had grown louder, more irresistible. Lord and Lady Strada didn’t understand, couldn’t understand, they were humans the past didn’t call to them. The present, the future, these were things humans could see value in but Andariel was different, she was a Sarmaran and her past kept calling.
There had been a gala, a battle, and a fire, the Strada’s had perished, she had perished. A long copper coloured blade thrust through her back, a man in a long fanged crimson mask with burning eyes. He held her face in his blood soaked hands and smiled, looking deep into her eyes as he pushed a second copper blade through her heart and then darkness.
It was a long time before she awoke, usually it was days but when she finally dug her way out of the crypt and found her way home the ruins of the Strada estate was covered in vines and flowers. Two years had past according to the locals and the Strada were all gone, wiped out. There were rumours of a daughter, hiding in the west but nothing concrete. The killers had never been apprehended and the land was now controlled by the Bylaras family.
There was nothing left for Andariel there, her family, her honour were all gone and so she salvaged what she could from the ruins and headed west. Towards her past, towards the future. Perhaps the Strada daughter was there, perhaps there was some honour to be salvaged.
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