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Yaiil

Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 18 years
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 127 lbs
Hair: blond
Eyes: brown

At first sight Yaiil appears to be the lustful dream of every male turned flesh. She is of slender and willowy build, lithe but taller than most humans due to her Elven heritage, of light complexion bearing only the slightest tan as testimony to her countless hours outdoors. A mane of blond locks surrounds a delicate, almost aristocratic face with high cheek bones, a perfectly proportioned narrow nose and dominated by a pair of large brown eyes. Her lithe limbs are slender and shapely, ending in gracefully built hand and feet. Deliciously long legs lead up to a pert and firm behind, nice and round but not overly large beneath a slim waist. Her other literally outstanding feature is her massive bust, exceedingly voluminous in a way very rarely seen on such a slender frame, or any elf at all. Her movements are of a natural enviable grace, lacking any pretentiousness.


Yaiil’s outlook on her discipline can best be described as professional. She considers the warrior’s way mostly as a problem solving tool, used to handle problems that can’t be gotten rid of any other way. She does not relish violence and bloodshed, and her fighting style is cool, analytical, even detached. Definitely the anathema of the berserker. But she does take some professional pride in her skills and will not shy away from resorting to violence if she deems it the most efficient way to proceed.


All the known parts of our heroines life up until the start of the campaign have taken place in or near the small village of Drenix in the mountains of <insert suitable spot here>. Drenix is mostly inhabited by Human farmers, with the occasional dwarf or orc.

Eighteen years ago two of the village’s hunters on one of their more far reaching hunting trips discovered the remains of an Elven family. What brought them to this place was a mystery, and little could be deduced about their origins as everything of value apparently had been stolen after they were cut down. The hunter’s guess was a chance encounter with a small roving band of brigands, an occurrence not too uncommon in the region. Amidst the slain corpses by pure chance one of them discovered the still living form of an injured newborn infant, clearly left for dead with her parents.

Unsure what to do they picked her up and hurried back to the village where due to a small miracle the Elven girl managed to survive and was nurtured back to health. However due to the injuries incurred she will later notice that she is forever sterile. The villagers did not know of any Elven settlements – or even families – nearby and therefore decided to give her into the care of Marek and Silnia Northwood, the town’s tailor and his wife, who despite their deepest wishes so far had not been able to bear children. They became her loving and caring foster parents, and remembering an Elven character from one of the tales she heard in her childhood Silnia named the girl Yaiil.

Yaiil’s reception as she grew up was mixed. Her foster parents cared well for her, and most villagers treated her at least neutrally, but of course her pointed ears marked her as an outsider and were cause for more than one snide remark over the years. Her developing radiant beauty and the ample bosom on her otherwise slender frame stirred other interests as well, not always articulated in polite form. That does not mean her life was a constant ordeal, just that not everything was sunshine either.

With the years it also became apparent that young Yaiil carried the rare gift of an adept, and again the course of action seemed natural. Old Ognar Whitewillow lived out his last years in relative peace in a small homestead at the edge of the village. A warrior of some skill, he had left as a youth to learn and adventure and returned almost 50 years later to retire in the place of his birth, to find peace after the countless battles he had fought. The village now was providing for his living in return for aid against the minor threats it faced like rampant creatures in the surrounding woods or the occasional bandit.

Lacking alternatives Ognar became Yaiil’s teacher and instructed her into the way of the warrior. And despite his initial doubts about an Elven girl taking up that discipline it soon turned out that Yaiil was a natural, the physical perks of her swift and nimble race allowing her to wield her weapons with surprising speed and precision. She learned and she began to aid Ognar in his tasks.

With puberty also her sexuality awakened and her bust expanded to amazing proportions. For the most part she has refused the advances of the village youths, especially shunning the often lewd proposals of the all too conceited. Her growing urges, however, would not be denied forever, and so she started to develop what best can be described as a fuck buddy relationship with the widowed 50 year old Gerald Flint running one of the outlying farms and with the scrawny and oft ridiculed Fried Fergsen of her own age, son of the village scribe.

Life for her had settled into an acceptable if not exciting routine when two days after her eighteenth birthday – due to a lack of better records she considers the day she was found by the two hunters her birthday, not a bad fit as she could not have been more than a few days old at the time – in the morning she found Ognar’s cold and lifeless form in his bunk. Apparently he had died of natural causes in his sleep. Her mentor now buried she is unsure how to proceed with her life.


Unspent1350
Total1650

ValueStepDice
Charisma105d8
Dexterity2082d6
Perception177d12
Strength167d12
Toughness146d10
Willpower115d8

Initiative8(8)2d6
Physical Defense10
Spell Defense9
Social Defense6
Normal/Mystic Armor4/1

Movement in yards7
Max carry/lift (lbs)160/320
Karma8/8

Unconscious Rating28
Death Rating36
Wound Threshold10
Recovery Tests/day3
Recovery Dice1d10
RankBaseStepDiceKarmacl
Avoid Blow2D(8)10d8+d8D1
Karma Ritual2n/a---1
Melee Weapons3D(8)11d10+d8D1
Parry3D(8)11d10+d8-1
RankBaseStepDice
Botany1P(7)82d6
Creature Lore1P(7)82d6
Singing1C(5)6d10
Climbing2D(8)102d8
Read/Write Language2---
Speak Language1---
Search3P(7)102d8
Seduction2C(5)7d12
Wilderness Survival1P(7)82d6

Sex Tricks:
Dexterous Lover
Wild Lover
Muscular Control (2)
Spoken: Dwarven, Human
Written: Dwarven

Attack Step/DiceDamage Step/DiceRangeSizeWeight
Grove Cutter11 / d10+d815 / d12+2d6-67
Dagger11 / d10 + d89 / d8 + d62-10-11-2011
Unarmed8 / 2d67 / d12---


429 Silver coins

ItemWeight
Grove Cutter7
Dagger1
Padded Leather Armor (4/0)20
Plain Shirt-
Peasant’s Breeches-
Belt-
Mountain Boots-
Wool Cloak-
Backpack3
Bedroll4
Flint and Steel0,5
Large Sack2
Torch1
Trail rations (1 week)8
Waterskin4
 
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