It was a dark night in the village when Faelynne's mother woke up. She was an accomplished seer who would occasionally get a sudden vision of something that would happen in the near future. She quickly ran to Faelynne's room and shook her awake, and without explanation she told her to run into the forest and stay there no matter what happened. Faelynne was very confused, but slowly did as she was told. Not even an hour later, a terrible sight crossed her eyes. A massive band of Vampires was attacking her village, and quickly killed each and every person, then proceeded to take all valuables and burn the houses, throwing the corpses into the flames.
Many years later, a young woman woke up in a cold sweat. Well... She was one hundred and fifty years old, but for an elf, that was still young. A full century had passed since that tragic night, but it still could bring chills to the girl.
The records would always say that Faelynne had died in the flames with the rest of the village, and in a sense that was true, for no longer would she ever be called Faelynne, but was now forever to be called Phoenix, for just as the mythical fire bird is reborn from it's own ashes, Phoenix was forced to start a whole new life from the burning of the ashes of her old.
For a century, Phoenix trained under various trainers, feeling a need to hone her skills as a warrior, for her new reason to live was to eradicate all vampires from the face of the earth.
She had lately heard rumors around lately of an exceptionally powerful vampire who was attacking anyone from town who ventured into the forest nearby, and quickly headed toward the town.
She arrived in town early that morning and quickly head toward the tavern, getting a room to sleep in, as she was nocturnal just as her pray was or she would have no chance to find her prey. She woke up a few hours later and wandered around the town collecting fresh rumors of the vampire until it was nearing dusk, when she bravely set out into the forest to find the beast she would soon slay.
Many years later, a young woman woke up in a cold sweat. Well... She was one hundred and fifty years old, but for an elf, that was still young. A full century had passed since that tragic night, but it still could bring chills to the girl.
The records would always say that Faelynne had died in the flames with the rest of the village, and in a sense that was true, for no longer would she ever be called Faelynne, but was now forever to be called Phoenix, for just as the mythical fire bird is reborn from it's own ashes, Phoenix was forced to start a whole new life from the burning of the ashes of her old.
For a century, Phoenix trained under various trainers, feeling a need to hone her skills as a warrior, for her new reason to live was to eradicate all vampires from the face of the earth.
She had lately heard rumors around lately of an exceptionally powerful vampire who was attacking anyone from town who ventured into the forest nearby, and quickly headed toward the town.
She arrived in town early that morning and quickly head toward the tavern, getting a room to sleep in, as she was nocturnal just as her pray was or she would have no chance to find her prey. She woke up a few hours later and wandered around the town collecting fresh rumors of the vampire until it was nearing dusk, when she bravely set out into the forest to find the beast she would soon slay.