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'''Trina Aliosh''' is a [[Tiefling]] [[Warlock]] from [[Breme]].
[[File:DALLE 2022-08-16 12.14.56 - Portrait of a young female tiefling. Her skin is red and her eyes are black. Her dark hair is in high ponytail. Golden earrings adorn her ears and hor.png|thumb|290x290px|Trina Aliosh. ]]

== About ==
Trina is almost 26 years old, about 1.70 meters tall, with a slim built. She is dressed in rich gowns; rings adorn her red fingers and horns. Her long black hair is tied in a tight ponytail. The most distinguishing part of her appearance is a diamond necklace. Trina never shies away from a drink or scaring anyone she can to death.

Close to her twenty sixth birthday, she walked into the Sparrow and Ink Shop. She commissioned a barrier tattoo to increase her weak defenses and mark permanently significant parts of her: otherworldly hands for the first spell ever used, the tears for all those that she had shed under her mothers care who did die by her first spell and the crown of madness for the moment, which revealed to her the potential of the dark power she has in her possession.

Her favorite attack is her dark blasts, close second her witch's black lightening.

Trina tolerates being around God believers, such as her travelling companion Arlin. They feel familiar... until they start preaching about Gods and duty towards them, in which case she just gets into a fight with them.

'''''And a warning,''''' if anyone tries to touch her, or restrain her or do anything to her without her explicit permission, she can and will unleash her full power on them. No one is handling her like that again.
== History ==
Trina was part of the Aliosh family. Unlike the other branch of her family, her great grandparents, grandparents, and parents took pride into having found God and being devout Paladins and Clerics in service of their God.

However, she, the youngest child of four, was a disappointment. She was neither physically strong enough, nor devout enough to keep up with the tradition of serving the Gods. According to her mother, the only logical step for her was to keep praying for guidance inside a monastery until she was of age to be married to a loyal knight. After all, she could still produce the next generation of good and holy warriors. With that in mind, her parents spend a lot of money to her education. She was taught to read, do basic calculus, embroider, stitch, draw, cook and dress herself up. The skill though that she excelled into was playing the lute. Trina would often play the lute for her family and their guests. People would travel to listen to her perform. She would lie if she ever claimed to not enjoy that attention, the stranger's praise and applause was never enough to cover for the lack of her family's affection.

Trina disliked her family. Growing up she only wished to have pretty dresses and expensive jewelry and most importantly, a say in how she lived her life. Besides, who cared about what the Gods wanted? Instead of listening to the morning prayers, she would draw moustaches on the statues of the Gods, earning her a thrashing. Instead of going to her classes, she would ski on the deep snow, earning her a pinch behind her ears. Instead of hiding her father's words, she would softly daydream of a powerful Tiefling sorcerer claiming her as his child, earning her a night without dinner.

She often got into fights with her mother. She rarely was in place to win those fights. Her mother had all the power of a full fledge matriarch, the blinding conviction of a devout paladin and the wrath of a Tiefling bloodline. Her mother had enough of her daughter's attitude and took a drastic decision. When she was about to be shipped off to a monastery as her lack of obedience and devotion caused a dent to the family's image, a deity did answer Trina's prayers for power. Trina has no clue why the Great Old One got an interest in her, but she didn’t pass on the offer. After one typical long fight with her mother, she gave in and let Him guide her. The first time she used her necrotic touch on her dear mother, she knew she was not going to stay around her and her painful disciplinary methods. She would never have to perform for those people again.

At age 15, Trina hit the road to look for her distant cousins. After a year of searching, she encountered her uncle. Elias was a rich sorcerer in the service of various noble people. He was willing to help out his niece. He gave her a lot of care, clothes and jewelry, but he was unwilling to introduce her to the rest of the family or more importantly, his craft. Another year passed till Trina figured out that Elias wanted to marry her off in order to gain a political alliance. Fed up with being seen as a breeding mare, she run away.

Now, she was hell bend to prove to all of them that she could be the master of her own fate and do as she pleased. While staying with Elias, Trina had figured out that a few generations back, a member of her family had created a strong artifact, destroyed by her great grand parents when they decided to be holy warriors. Trina started traveling the world in hopes of finding the means of creating an even more powerful artifact. Surprisingly, it was in her hometown where she met a young wizard. The wizard was visiting Bremen in hopes of encountering rare magical components. After a few drinks and a few intimidating stares, he said that he could help her in her quest to create what she had in her mind. however, he needed her to collect various magical extracts from powerful creatures...

Trina was in search of the the artifacts for two years. Luckily for her, dragons are back!

===A scene from the past: Trina attracts His favor for the first time===

Bremen winter mornings meant darkness, cold winds with icy fingers going through your clothes and soft snow falling from the sky. Bremen winter mornings were as cold as the winter nights, but somehow even worse. They were worse cause the hope that came with the morning sun only lasted for a few bief moments, barely coloring the sky and then it was gone.

Trina hated winter.

Despite the crackling fire, the chill was not kept entirely away from her room. Her fingers were cold that fateful morning. She was supposed to practice the lute. Practice, practice, practice. That was all she did those days. She would practice the lute and then practice singing in front of the mirror till her performance was perfect. Trina never understood why her mom was obsessed with her performing, she admittedly looked down upon actors, singers and any performers.

Perhaps that was her way of punishing Trina for being born a girl and a sickly one at that. Small of frame and small of stature, nowhere close to the rest of her holy family. She would never be good enough for any of them, despite their prayers.

The tiefling maiden set her lute down and moved to the kitchen. A pot of warm coffee would help. It always did. She only had to reach there before her Mother realized that she was gone. But she should be fine, her whole family was on their morning prayers at the moment.

The one good thing about her training daily for hours was that she skipped praying sessions. They were all so obsessed about those little details. As if excessive praying would hide who they trully were. Where they came from.

Trina knew who they were and she hated them for denying her heritage. Cold mornings like those she could feel the cold hatred matching the weather.

The water with the coffee was boiling by now, the steam started eacaping the pot. Trina allowed herself a childish moment, a child's play that cost her a beating. She raised her hands, extended her fingers and allowed herself to imagine the same thing as back then... Trina imagined that it was her fingers that shaped the steam into its chaotic patterns, it was her inner will and fire that weaved its passage through the pot.

She focused on the hot steam, not paying attention to anything else but her thoughts. Maybe what she shaped here was the result of her inner fire, finally being awoken, escaping from within her and engulfing all her world, to bring it to the ashes it deserved. Maybe, she finally could escape, she could finally travel and fullfil her dreams, and her *waving the cold deathly hands and the full sheer force of darkness itself...*

Trina took a step back. Her hands had been amongst the steam and still were icy cold, were the tips of her fingers black? No, it must have been the lightening casting shadows on them. They were their normal red color...

And yet her heart thumbed against her chest fast and hard. Her body was full of an unfamiliar energy, an agony, an intensity that came from within her but was not caused by her. There was someone else, something in this room with her... Why else did her whole body had goosebumps and chills as a breath blew on her?

She looked around but the kitchen was empty. Noone was here. Silly, her, of course. Everyone else was at the Chapel and their guests would not arrive before the evening. *I cannot let my imagination run away from me, not tonight". She chastised herself. "Not tonight of all days*.

Tonight was the night that would seal her fate. Her Mother had told her so, and above all, her heart knew it. She served herself coffee. She was doomed to be a wife; a wife of a man or of a God. And tonight, she will get to know.

With a heart empty of hope, she went back to her room.

== Trina into the Greedy Green==
It was two years before she heard of the dragons, though. She was traveling with Arlin, the Firbold cleric. The two of them met a few months ago during one of her few visits to her home. Trina's mother had died and even though she still hated that woman, there a small part of her that needed to go home and mourn a lost childhood. During her way South, she found herself in a quest for saving Atnas, alongside a few other travelers. A few brushes with Krampus, a weird snowman and a very malicious child led to her gaining a very expensive diamond necklace and a traveling companion.

===From zero to a million dragon encounters, no moderation at all.===
Arlin and she arrived to Synara, just in time for the great festival of Asar Ogalas. The festival was as boring and predictable as any elven festival ever was. Not enough drinking or dancing and neither any good trinkets for sale. The festival though took a dark turn, when the siren blew; dragons arrived in town! They were four and all looked terrible; she felt scared, awed, but also a bit... greedy. What could she gain out of killing one? Trina joined the other warriors in their efforts to save the civilians from the wrath of the great black dragon, Velathidros. She was not sure why she did that, perhaps being around a war cleric of Bahamut or just her upbringing had left a mark for heroics. The young tiefling woman was not sure if the glee by landing the final blow was due to that, or the greed for gold and fame.

Being a dragon killer brought forth more opportunities to encounter more of them. Arlin and she answered the call of the Church of Inovation in Deeplake city. They wanted them to acquire Caeruleam, even if this meant that they had to kill Blue Dragon babies. The Church leader was a bit weird, but this opportunity to get a bit of the substance for herself was too good to pass. She was very happy to join that group of adventurers, especially since she met again another of her Atnas' saving team warriors; Buho. Searching for caeruleam led to more trouble than she cared to admit; she was not always as effective as she would like to be against the Behir monster. On their way back, she was still too frustrated to plan well on how to acquire that substance for her. That led to her sneaking in a closed off part of the Church (thanks to Violet's help, an exceptional Tiefling). There she uncovered too many dead blue dragons... and more caeruleam. Her attempt to get was not very successful; but this sneaking around did help to figure out the involvement a weird Green Stag. Trina was not clear what was all of this about; but she cared not. Her wizard friend would be happy with what she acquired.

The caeruleam, Violet, Arlin and Trina sought out information about a golden egg... that apparently a child had stolen it? Well, she couldn't really blame the child who did that, those parents were insufferable. One of them was so controlling that they had even locked the kid's window! Tarian was dreaming of the forest through a bolted window... how could she not remember all those time she was locked into a chapel expected to just pray? Violet did not recquire much persuasion in helping her freeing him from his own house. That choice ended up being... bad. Tarian did have the golden egg and now they had to track him into the forest. Fighting for the egg, turned into fighting for their lives. All six of them realised that Bleucorundum, the Sapphire Dragon, was best to be left alone with the egg. They could lie to the town, keep the egg safe and get the gold! But she did get another blessing with this deal...

Gammelgrad was a strange town to be in, the man who paid for all their drinks and food even more so. Farlgrim (possibly?) claimed to be a dwarven alchemist, interested in discovering if the entrance to some ruins was where he thought it was. She was surprised to find such a basic task laid ahead of them; they had to face dragons in their previous trips. She did not care much though; he promised a hefty price for their discoveries, which included a… goblin head. What was the deal with everyone wanting a piece of monsters? I mean, she had her reasons, but why is it such a popular sport lately? Trina was a bit disappointed when Arlin put an end on Violet and her plan to steal a cart. She was not fond of walking, and she had to suffer through a lot of it lately. The travel was as boring as expected; for once they might earn some coin the easy way. Only those orcs that they encountered ended up worrying her; they talked of a Green Dragon nearby… perhaps he was the Green Stag. Or perhaps they made stuff up; she had been too intimidating towards them, so of course they might think that everything was way scarier than it actually was. Or maybe not (she had to sleep on it for a bit longer). The rest of the trip was a bit more fun, but also dangerous. The goblins in this area had sparkling red eyes and they could hit hard. That explained why the dwarf wanted a sample from them. She would have been more interested in the goblins if not Dad Bot challenging her ability to murder them. That insolent pet. Perhaps if she had not been so offended by him, she would have paid more attention to the big statue or to Farlgrim when he received their report.

===Important prophecies, who cares? Better ship the priests together.===
For the first time since they embarked on this trip, Trina decided to travel separately from Arlin, which promptly turned out to be a mistake. He ended up having fun fighting dragon like creatures, while she ended up escorting that refuges around. Truth is that Seglock had some good wine to offer, but now she had to babysit people. Initially, the trip seemed to be boring and tedious… she had to listen to the old lady talk of the dark side of the moon and its God. The old priestess could weave a good tale and according to Buho bake as well, but both of those were of no interest to her. It was when the old woman started talking about a Sage of that God, that Trina’s heart started warming up to her. She looked like a blushing young maiden (or as much as a wrinkled, sun exposed face could resemble that of a young maiden) when she mentioned her God's Sage. Or priest. Or something like that. Trina could not contain her excitement, what marvelous chaos would be if those two would be together! With a promise to bring back a love letter, her companions and she headed out to find the old Priest.

The priest’s entourage was camping on top of a hill. He appeared only under the starlight, as all mysterious priests tend to do. His presence was marked by the most comfortable magic aura; it warmed her up the same way the old sauna in Bremen did over winter. He came out only at night, his eyes were burned to their core by hot tears, which also had marked his ancient face. His voice was as smooth as honey. And yet, he could truly see ''her'' as she was a friend of the dragons... Well, Trina could see why the priestess was into him. The Sage offered to ask questions his God on their behalf. None of them could resist the offer; what was the worst thing that could happen?

He led them to a well and lit a candle. He called out to the lord of the Moon. The tiefling was bored, all seemed to be a normal charlatan experience till it was not anymore. The moonlight led all its magic power, and they all got their turn to ask their questions. She listened to their questions, while she suddenly struggled for her own. What to ask for? What is logical or what is her desire? On her turn, she asked the former and she was disappointed; ''be careful with the dragons because none is really her friend''. She should have known, never anyone proves to be a real ally or friend. Communing with the Gods is always dissatisfying and even though this priest was charming, she did not leave this evening with more piety instilled in her. Trina did take note of the promise of the lord of the moon coming to their aid when their need is dire. She would remember for the future, just to whine about that when that God failed them like everyone else. The Sage's offer of a magical well that could ward them against dragons was generous, but it came from a mortal and not a God.

At least the priest was into the old lady as much as the old priestess was into him. He dictated a rather romantic letter for Gertrude, a letter that she would be very happy to deliver... Alongside the well that they decided to use for building a base in Seglock of all places. At least the place has good wine.

===Trina firmly believes that we should ban festivals, aka the Seglock disaster saga. ===
Somehow the locals thought that it was a good idea to have a festival. Had they not heard of what happened last time there was a festival? Dragons attacked the town. Well, this time all hell broke loose. Trina was sipping her free drink when explosions shook the town. Grandmush, the sorcerer and a few others run towards the source of trouble. The university was on fire, which made her assume that it could not have been anything worse than a failed experiment. The heroes had set up the moonwell here, so they were safe. But no, Tiamat themselves broke out from within a building wrecking additional havoc to everything. Trina would have loved to get her hands into his evil essence… if she did not die first. Those Cheshire goblins were everywhere, threatening everyone’s lives. They were as tough as she remembered them and unfortunately Buho was not there to rain poop on them. However, a mad university professor had been making a drakkoth blood poison that could kill those bastards. It was a long and tiring fight against the attacking horde. Trina had never had to use all of her resources before, nor had she felt so tired and battered.

The only bright spot on that disastrous night was the dragon essences she found while snooping around the laboratories. Once she was resting alone, the tiefling pulled out the formula. She had ripped out the piece of paper from her uncle’s notebook; he would call it theft but she had developed this one as much as he had. With the golden, red, black and brass dragon essences added to the blue and silver which were already in her possession, she now had six in total. Only a few more…

Thankfully, she got those essences out of the festival ordeal because the town was not showing any signs of compensation for her troubles. On the contrary, the local Baron (Faron? Farrown?) was preaching against them and moreover he had decided to cut funding to the crazy university professor! The man was a typical rich noble man; full of himself and too sure of the power he can exert over controlling other people. Why did anyone with a bit of power had to abuse it in order to shape the world in their gain? Peer pressure during his illegal meeting convinced him to fund the crazy professor again, even though part of the damage had already been done. The university had no more drakkoths at hand.

The very public standoff with Baron Faron prompted a certain agent from a certain secret heroes’ guild to approach her companions and her. Archie was friendly enough; he took their word for Baron’s sex orgies and offered to introduce them to his fellow conspirators. The Protectors of the People funded heroes hunting dragons; they even had a good number of bounties on different dragons. Did they really want to get rid of them? Did they just want their hoards? Or maybe they wanted another egg… their leader already had a golden dragon egg, why not be greedy and get another? Oh, how much would Trina have liked to snatch an egg for herself. Instead, they picked the high way and hunted down Drakkoths for the crazy professor.

The hunt was dangerous, but not as dangerous as the sensation she got while facing them. The same cold, external touch which had given her the chill touch to ward her against her mother, now provided her with the dream of a crown of madness. It was not so easy, she had to let the fear and anger to flow towards one of her enemies and to dominate his mind, and then the jagged crown could emerge from the skull. Maintaining her control over him was not as easy as she made it seem, it took all her energy to concentrate on that only. It was worth it in the end, because they could subdue not one but two of those ridiculous draconic monsters for the benefit of all.

Unable to get rid of Baron's smug face from her mind, Trina joined forces with like minded people in trying to get rid of the self important, pompous ass. There was a lot of commotion and disagreement on how to proceed, so she ended up splitting ways and mixing with the locals... hopefully this would give her some insight of how to take off the Baron's head, or at least his power.

===Trina did not choose the escort's life; the escort's life chose her. ===
However, a call by Falgram and the Order of the watchful eye got her attention. They were looking for a group of heroes to talk with a nearby drakkoth clan. Apparently, they wanted to sign a peace treaty. In exchange for protection the drakkoths would supply them with blood, freely.

The way there was almost uneventful, but for a bunch of greedy Lizardfolk. The actual meeting with the drakkoth clan was more interesting. The chief was not against joining forces, even though he complained that his people would be bled dry if they tried to provide this volume of blood. Arlin and the rest had an excellent idea of providing healers during the blood donation process. Trina knew enough of bodies and their functions to realize how useful this would have been for them. The chief agreed and was ready to sign the peace treaty, but then things got heated. His lieutenant challenged him and chaos unleashed. Her group tried got dragged into this civil war; keeping the chief alive was their priority. Trina got a few harsh hits on her; it was so painful and scary. Thankfully, a few new necromantic draining spells kept her alive. Nevertheless, she decided that being up so close to combat was not worth it.

After spitting blood (literally and metaphorically), they were able to subdue the drakkoth and barely keep the chief alive. Trina just needed a moment to take a deep breath, ask Arlin for help with the aching bones, but then a fucking gold dragon showed up. He (or she) killed everyone. Literally, every last drakkoth. Her friends and she barely made it out alive. On her way back to Seglock and the protector's headquarters, she could barely contain her rage. All of this effort for nothing, they were so close to fulfill their plan. How would they kill the Chesire monsters now?

This was an interesting question, but one that she had no answer to. Her mind was focused on the essenses she needed... There were a lot of rumours about dragons and also some whispers about crawling into a dragon's lair reached her ears... And yet, she was in Gammelgard and another employment opportunity came her way. With Arlin gone who knows where and with need for extra cash, she took it. Besides, Violet and Grandmush (with her sheep) were part of the party. Trina had grown weary and a bit lonely over the last months events, which meant there was no way she would not follow familiar and somewhat dear people around. A very odd dwarf who had no clue how to properly drink his coffee (aka no alcohol in it) told them to escort stones to Sneerwell. All was a bit sush, and predictably enough, they were told that the previous drivers had been knocked out and the shipment stollen.

Great, another escort quest.

This one was kinda boring though. Her driver, Hollandaise Sauce Dude, turned out to be talkative and very fond of cooking for his family. And arguing with his wife. She never heard the end of his latest holiday food drama, as a destroyed bridge interrupted them. The overconfident bard, who sometimes responded to the name Tristram, made a worrying discovery: invisible mechanical centaurs on wheels. The statues were horrifying; they had gems on them that hurt a lot upon impact. It was a frustrating battle, with a lot of their hits not landing and so many of them dropping like flies. When they finally managed to kill one of them, the rest tried to run away with the cart and its shipment. Thankfully Tristam was not only talk; he smashed the cart to pieces in his big animal form (she refrained to tell him that he looked cooler as a T-rex than as a bard).

Once they dispatched the Rock'em Sock'em Centaurs, they managed to make their way towards Sneerwell. Not before obtaining all the gems. Not before looking (in vain) for information of their maker. At least this time, she got paid.

===Trina cannot find what she is looking for, but instead she finds other things.===
Rumours of an enemy known to her from her childhood (and her last year’s adventure) reached her while sitting around the Protector’s of the People headquarters. She had just gotten her tattoo, when Feyjin talked about visiting the mountain tribes chasing rumours of a horrible monster. Being rather bored and suddenly homesick, she joined her alongside some others in chasing down Krampus.

During the trip she could not stop thinking about how ridiculous it was that she missed her stupid home, how weird it was that a monster could both comfort her and ignite that homesickness, and finally she could not stop thinking that Cecil just cannot shut up. They arrived at the first tribe (whose name was mentioned multiple times on the way but she just kept forgetting it) to only find peaceful naïve people throwing Krampus’ name around like nothing. Their chief, Brian son of Brian, did mention though that the big, warmongering nearby tribe was very afraid of Krampus.

Two days and a silence spell later, they found the warmongering, fully jacked tribe people known as Gerbels (probably). They were tall and unwilling to talk to them, but her awakened mind helped her figure out that they were forbidden to talk in fear of accidentally summoning Krampus. Apparently, a sinister cloaked figure carrying a huge black sack was seen approaching the third clan in the area and rumours of a disaster had reached them. As their rumour hunting led them there, Trina made a mental note to come back and look for the guard’s finished version of an <s>erotic</s> romance novel. She would probably just need to arm wrestle for it anyways, which was good as she was short on gold.

They arrived at the third tribe, the Hammsteers (she was almost sure this one was the correct name), at night. Their place was silent and for an evil reason; most of them were dead! Dead except for a young boy and a distorted figure clouded by a weird mist in the center of their village. Cecil was useful for once and dispelled the mist to reveal an old guy holding a… dragon egg. The guy was not Krampus, she was sure of that but he was possessed by an entity that creeped her out and all her hair stood still along her arms.

Unfortunately, a fight ensued before they could get all the information they needed. In the process, they cracked the egg, beat the guy to death and the entity entered the egg. They were left with the possessed dragon egg and a young Hammsteer boy, whose father had just killed. Oops.
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Trina

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Margarita: /* Trina into the Greedy Green */

Breme

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Margarita:

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Trina

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Margarita: /* Trina into the Greedy Green */

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'''Trina Aliosh''' is a [[Tiefling]] [[Warlock]] from [[Breme]].

== About ==
Trina is 25 years old, about 1.70 meters tall, with a slim built. She is dressed in rich gowns; rings adorn her red fingers and horns. Her long black hair is tied in a tight ponytail. The most distinguishing part of her appearance is a diamond necklace. Trina never shies away from a drink or scaring anyone she can to death.

Her favorite attack is her dark blasts, close second her witch's black lightening.

Trina tolerates being around God believers, such as her travelling companion Arlin. They feel familiar... until they start preaching about Gods and duty towards them, in which case she just gets into a fight with them.

'''''And a warning,''''' if anyone tries to touch her, or restrain her or do anything to her without her explicit permission, she can and will unleash her full power on them. No one is handling her like that again.
== History ==
Trina was part of the Aliosh family. Unlike the other branch of her family, her great grandparents, grandparents, and parents took pride into having found God and being devout Paladins and Clerics in service of their God.

However, she, the youngest child of four, was a disappointment. She was neither physically strong enough, nor devout enough to keep up with the tradition of serving the Gods. According to her mother, the only logical step for her was to keep praying for guidance inside a monastery until she was of age to be married to a loyal knight. After all, she could still produce the next generation of good and holy warriors. With that in mind, her parents spend a lot of money to her education. She was taught to read, do basic calculus, embroider, stitch, draw, cook and dress herself up. The skill though that she excelled into was playing the lute. Trina would often play the lute for her family and their guests. People would travel to listen to her perform. She would lie if she ever claimed to not enjoy that attention, the stranger's praise and applause was never enough to cover for the lack of her family's affection.

Trina disliked her family. Growing up she only wished to have pretty dresses and expensive jewelry and most importantly, a say in how she lived her life. Besides, who cared about what the Gods wanted? Instead of listening to the morning prayers, she would draw moustaches on the statues of the Gods, earning her a thrashing. Instead of going to her classes, she would ski on the deep snow, earning her a pinch behind her ears. Instead of hiding her father's words, she would softly daydream of a powerful Tiefling sorcerer claiming her as his child, earning her a night without dinner.

She often got into fights with her mother. She rarely was in place to win those fights. Her mother had all the power of a full fledge matriarch, the blinding conviction of a devout paladin and the wrath of a Tiefling bloodline. Her mother had enough of her daughter's attitude and took a drastic decision. When she was about to be shipped off to a monastery as her lack of obedience and devotion caused a dent to the family's image, a deity did answer Trina's prayers for power. Trina has no clue why the Great Old One got an interest in her, but she didn’t pass on the offer. After one typical long fight with her mother, she gave in and let Him guide her. The first time she used her necrotic touch on her dear mother, she knew she was not going to stay around her and her painful disciplinary methods. She would never have to perform for those people again.

At age 15, Trina hit the road to look for her distant cousins. After a year of searching, she encountered her uncle. Elias was a rich sorcerer in the service of various noble people. He was willing to help out his niece. He gave her a lot of care, clothes and jewelry, but he was unwilling to introduce her to the rest of the family or more importantly, his craft. Another year passed till Trina figured out that Elias wanted to marry her off in order to gain a political alliance. Fed up with being seen as a breeding mare, she run away.

Now, she was hell bend to prove to all of them that she could be the master of her own fate and do as she pleased. While staying with Elias, Trina had figured out that a few generations back, a member of her family had created a strong artifact, destroyed by her great grand parents when they decided to be holy warriors. Trina started traveling the world in hopes of finding the means of creating an even more powerful artifact. Surprisingly, it was in her hometown where she met a young wizard. The wizard was visiting Bremen in hopes of encountering rare magical components. After a few drinks and a few intimidating stares, he said that he could help her in her quest to create what she had in her mind. however, he needed her to collect various magical extracts from powerful creatures...

Trina was in search of the the artifacts for two years. Luckily for her, dragons are back!

== Trina into the Greedy Green ==
It was two years before she heard of the dragons, though. She was traveling with Arlin, the Firbold cleric. The two of them met a few months ago during one of her few visits to her home. Trina's mother had died and even though she still hated that woman, there a small part of her that needed to go home and mourn a lost childhood. During her way South, she found herself in a quest for saving Atnas, alongside a few other travelers. A few brushes with Krampus, a weird snowman and a very malicious child led to her gaining a very expensive diamond necklace and a traveling companion.

* ''From zero to a million dragon encounters, no moderation at all.''

Arlin and she arrived to Synara, just in time for the great festival of Asar Ogalas. The festival was as boring and predictable as any elven festival ever was. Not enough drinking or dancing and neither any good trinkets for sale. The festival though took a dark turn, when the siren blew; dragons arrived in town! They were four and all looked terrible; she felt scared, awed, but also a bit... greedy. What could she gain out of killing one? Trina joined the other warriors in their efforts to save the civilians from the wrath of the great black dragon, Velathidros. She was not sure why she did that, perhaps being around a war cleric of Bahamut or just her upbringing had left a mark for heroics. The young tiefling woman was not sure if the glee by landing the final blow was due to that, or the greed for gold and fame.

Being a dragon killer brought forth more opportunities to encounter more of them. Arlin and she answered the call of the Church of Inovation in Deeplake city. They wanted them to acquire Caeruleam, even if this meant that they had to kill Blue Dragon babies. The Church leader was a bit weird, but this opportunity to get a bit of the substance for herself was too good to pass. She was very happy to join that group of adventurers, especially since she met again another of her Atnas' saving team warriors; Buho. Searching for caeruleam led to more trouble than she cared to admit; she was not always as effective as she would like to be against the Behir monster. On their way back, she was still too frustrated to plan well on how to acquire that substance for her. That led to her sneaking in a closed off part of the Church (thanks to Violet's help, an exceptional Tiefling). There she uncovered too many dead blue dragons... and more caeruleam. Her attempt to get was not very successful; but this sneaking around did help to figure out the involvement a weird Green Stag. Trina was not clear what was all of this about; but she cared not. Her wizard friend would be happy with what she acquired.

The caeruleam, Violet, Arlin and Trina sought out information about a golden egg... that apparently a child had stolen it? Well, she couldn't really blame the child who did that, those parents were insufferable. One of them was so controlling that they had even locked the kid's window! Tarian was dreaming of the forest through a bolted window... how could she not remember all those time she was locked into a chapel expected to just pray? Violet did not recquire much persuasion in helping her freeing him from his own house. That choice ended up being... bad. Tarian did have the golden egg and now they had to track him into the forest. Fighting for the egg, turned into fighting for their lives. All six of them realised that Bleucorundum, the Sapphire Dragon, was best to be left alone with the egg. They could lie to the town, keep the egg safe and get the gold! But she did get another blessing with this deal...

Gammelgrad was a strange town to be in, the man who paid for all their drinks and food even more so. Farlgrim (possibly?) claimed to be a dwarven alchemist, interested in discovering if the entrance to some ruins was where he thought it was. She was surprised to find such a basic task laid ahead of them; they had to face dragons in their previous trips. She did not care much though; he promised a hefty price for their discoveries, which included a… goblin head. What was the deal with everyone wanting a piece of monsters? I mean, she had her reasons, but why is it such a popular sport lately? Trina was a bit disappointed when Arlin put an end on Violet and her plan to steal a cart. She was not fond of walking, and she had to suffer through a lot of it lately. The travel was as boring as expected; for once they might earn some coin the easy way. Only those orcs that they encountered ended up worrying her; they talked of a Green Dragon nearby… perhaps he was the Green Stag. Or perhaps they made stuff up; she had been too intimidating towards them, so of course they might think that everything was way scarier than it actually was. Or maybe not (she had to sleep on it for a bit longer). The rest of the trip was a bit more fun, but also dangerous. The goblins in this area had sparkling red eyes and they could hit hard. That explained why the dwarf wanted a sample from them. She would have been more interested in the goblins if not Dad Bot challenging her ability to murder them. That insolent pet. Perhaps if she had not been so offended by him, she would have paid more attention to the big statue or to Farlgrim when he received their report.

* ''Important prophecies, who cares? Better ship the priests together.''

For the first time since they embarked on this trip, Trina decided to travel separately from Arlin, which promptly turned out to be a mistake. He ended up having fun fighting dragon like creatures, while she ended up escorting that refuges around. Truth is that Seglock had some good wine to offer, but now she had to babysit people. Initially, the trip seemed to be boring and tedious… she had to listen to the old lady talk of the dark side of the moon and its God. The old priestess could weave a good tale and according to Buho bake as well, but both of those were of no interest to her. It was when the old woman started talking about a Sage of that God, that Trina’s heart started warming up to her. She looked like a blushing young maiden (or as much as a wrinkled, sun exposed face could resemble that of a young maiden) when she mentioned her God's Sage. Or priest. Or something like that. Trina could not contain her excitement, what marvelous chaos would be if those two would be together! With a promise to bring back a love letter, her companions and she headed out to find the old Priest.

The priest’s entourage was camping on top of a hill. He appeared only under the starlight, as all mysterious priests tend to do. His presence was marked by the most comfortable magic aura; it warmed her up the same way the old sauna in Bremen did over winter. He came out only at night, his eyes were burned to their core by hot tears, which also had marked his ancient face. His voice was as smooth as honey. And yet, he could truly see ''her'' as she was a friend of the dragons... Well, Trina could see why the priestess was into him. The Sage offered to ask questions his God on their behalf. None of them could resist the offer; what was the worst thing that could happen?

He led them to a well and lit a candle. He called out to the lord of the Moon. The tiefling was bored, all seemed to be a normal charlatan experience till it was not anymore. The moonlight led all its magic power, and they all got their turn to ask their questions. She listened to their questions, while she suddenly struggled for her own. What to ask for? What is logical or what is her desire? On her turn, she asked the former and she was disappointed; ''be careful with the dragons because none is really her friend''. She should have known, never anyone proves to be a real ally or friend. Communing with the Gods is always dissatisfying and even though this priest was charming, she did not leave this evening with more piety instilled in her. Trina did take note of the promise of the lord of the moon coming to their aid when their need is dire. She would remember for the future, just to whine about that when that God failed them like everyone else. The Sage's offer of a magical well that could ward them against dragons was generous, but it came from a mortal and not a God.

At least the priest was into the old lady as much as the old priestess was into him. He dictated a rather romantic letter for Gertrude, a letter that she would be very happy to deliver... Alongside the well that they decided to use for building a base in Seglock of all places. At least the place has good wine.

* ''Trina frimly believes that we should ban festivals, aka the Seglock disaster saga.''

Somehow the locals thought that it was a good idea to have a festival. Had they not heard of what happened last time there was a festival? Dragons attacked the town. Well, this time all hell broke loose. Trina was sipping her free drink when explosions shook the town. Grandmush, the sorcerer and a few others run towards the source of trouble. The university was on fire, which made her assume that it could not have been anything worse than a failed experiment. The heroes had set up the moonwell here, so they were safe. But no, Tiamat themselves broke out from within a building wrecking additional havoc to everything. Trina would have loved to get her hands into his evil essence… if she did not die first. Those Cheshire goblins were everywhere, threatening everyone’s lives. They were as tough as she remembered them and unfortunately Buho was not there to rain poop on them. However, a mad university professor had been making a drakkoth blood poison that could kill those bastards. It was a long and tiring fight against the attacking horde. Trina had never had to use all of her resources before, nor had she felt so tired and battered.

The only bright spot on that disastrous night was the dragon essences she found while snooping around the laboratories. Once she was resting alone, the tiefling pulled out the formula. She had ripped out the piece of paper from her uncle’s notebook; he would call it theft but she had developed this one as much as he had. With the golden, red, black and brass dragon essences added to the blue and silver which were already in her possession, she now had six in total. Only a few more…

Thankfully, she got those essences out of the festival ordeal because the town was not showing any signs of compensation for her troubles. On the contrary, the local Baron (Faron? Farrown?) was preaching against them and moreover he had decided to cut funding to the crazy university professor! The man was a typical rich noble man; full of himself and too sure of the power he can exert over controlling other people. Why did anyone with a bit of power had to abuse it in order to shape the world in their gain? Peer pressure during his illegal meeting convinced him to fund the crazy professor again, even though part of the damage had already been done. The university had no more drakkoths at hand.

The very public standoff with Baron Faron prompted a certain agent from a certain secret heroes’ guild to approach her companions and her. Archie was friendly enough; he took their word for Baron’s sex orgies and offered to introduce them to his fellow conspirators. The Protectors of the People funded heroes hunting dragons; they even had a good number of bounties on different dragons. Did they really want to get rid of them? Did they just want their hoards? Or maybe they wanted another egg… their leader already had a golden dragon egg, why not be greedy and get another? Oh, how much would Trina have liked to snatch an egg for herself. Instead, they picked the high way and hunted down Drakkoths for the crazy professor.

The hunt was dangerous, but not as dangerous as the sensation she got while facing them. The same cold, external touch which had given her the chill touch to ward her against her mother, now provided her with the dream of a crown of madness. It was not so easy, she had to let the fear and anger to flow towards one of her enemies and to dominate his mind, and then the jagged crown could emerge from the skull. Maintaining her control over him was not as easy as she made it seem, it took all her energy to concentrate on that only. It was worth it in the end, because they could subdue not one but two of those ridiculous draconic monsters for the benefit of all.

Unable to get rid of Baron's smug face from her mind, Trina joined forces with like minded people in trying to get rid of the self important, pompous ass. There was a lot of commotion and disagreement on how to proceed, so she ended up splitting ways and mixing with the locals... hopefully this would give her some insight of how to take off the Baron's head, or at least his power.

However, a call by Falgram and the Order of the watchful eye got her attention. They were looking for a group of heroes to talk with a nearby drakkoth clan. Apparently, they wanted to sign a peace treaty. In exchange for protection the drakkoths would supply them with blood, freely.

The way there was almost uneventful, but for a bunch of greedy Lizardfolk. The actual meeting with the drakkoth clan was more interesting. The chief was not against joining forces, even though he complained that his people would be bled dry if they tried to provide this volume of blood. Arlin and the rest had an excellent idea of providing healers during the blood donation process. Trina knew enough of bodies and their functions to realize how useful this would have been for them. The chief agreed and was ready to sign the peace treaty, but then things got heated. His lieutenant challenged him and chaos unleashed. Her group tried got dragged into this civil war; keeping the chief alive was their priority. Trina got a few harsh hits on her; it was so painful and scary. Thankfully, a few new necromantic draining spells kept her alive. Nevertheless, she decided that being up so close to combat was not worth it.

After spitting blood (literally and metaphorically), they were able to subdue the drakkoth and barely keep the chief alive. Trina just needed a moment to take a deep breath, ask Arlin for help with the aching bones, but then a fucking gold dragon showed up. He (or she) killed everyone. Literally, every last drakkoth. Her friends and she barely made it out alive. On her way back to Seglock and the protector's headquarters, she could barely contain her rage. All of this effort for nothing, they were so close to fulfill their plan. How would they kill the Chesire monsters now?
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Trina

2022-08-15T03:23:14Z

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'''Trina Aliosh''' is a [[Tiefling]] [[Warlock]] from [[Breme]].

== About ==
Trina is 25 years old, about 1.70 meters tall, with a slim built. She is dressed in rich gowns; rings adorn her red fingers and horns. Her long black hair is tied in a tight ponytail. The most distinguishing part of her appearance is a diamond necklace. Trina never shies away from a drink or scaring anyone she can to death.

Her favorite attack is her dark blasts, close second her witch's black lightening.

Trina tolerates being around God believers, such as her travelling companion Arlin. They feel familiar... until they start preaching about Gods and duty towards them, in which case she just gets into a fight with them.

'''''And a warning,''''' if anyone tries to touch her, or restrain her or do anything to her without her explicit permission, she can and will unleash her full power on them. No one is handling her like that again.
== History ==
Trina was part of the Aliosh family. Unlike the other branch of her family, her great grandparents, grandparents, and parents took pride into having found God and being devout Paladins and Clerics in service of their God.

However, she, the youngest child of four, was a disappointment. She was neither physically strong enough, nor devout enough to keep up with the tradition of serving the Gods. According to her mother, the only logical step for her was to keep praying for guidance inside a monastery until she was of age to be married to a loyal knight. After all, she could still produce the next generation of good and holy warriors. With that in mind, her parents spend a lot of money to her education. She was taught to read, do basic calculus, embroider, stitch, draw, cook and dress herself up. The skill though that she excelled into was playing the lute. Trina would often play the lute for her family and their guests. People would travel to listen to her perform. She would lie if she ever claimed to not enjoy that attention, the stranger's praise and applause was never enough to cover for the lack of her family's affection.

Trina disliked her family. Growing up she only wished to have pretty dresses and expensive jewelry and most importantly, a say in how she lived her life. Besides, who cared about what the Gods wanted? Instead of listening to the morning prayers, she would draw moustaches on the statues of the Gods, earning her a thrashing. Instead of going to her classes, she would ski on the deep snow, earning her a pinch behind her ears. Instead of hiding her father's words, she would softly daydream of a powerful Tiefling sorcerer claiming her as his child, earning her a night without dinner.

She often got into fights with her mother. She rarely was in place to win those fights. Her mother had all the power of a full fledge matriarch, the blinding conviction of a devout paladin and the wrath of a Tiefling bloodline. Her mother had enough of her daughter's attitude and took a drastic decision. When she was about to be shipped off to a monastery as her lack of obedience and devotion caused a dent to the family's image, a deity did answer Trina's prayers for power. Trina has no clue why the Great Old One got an interest in her, but she didn’t pass on the offer. After one typical long fight with her mother, she gave in and let Him guide her. The first time she used her necrotic touch on her dear mother, she knew she was not going to stay around her and her painful disciplinary methods. She would never have to perform for those people again.

At age 15, Trina hit the road to look for her distant cousins. After a year of searching, she encountered her uncle. Elias was a rich sorcerer in the service of various noble people. He was willing to help out his niece. He gave her a lot of care, clothes and jewelry, but he was unwilling to introduce her to the rest of the family or more importantly, his craft. Another year passed till Trina figured out that Elias wanted to marry her off in order to gain a political alliance. Fed up with being seen as a breeding mare, she run away.

Now, she was hell bend to prove to all of them that she could be the master of her own fate and do as she pleased. While staying with Elias, Trina had figured out that a few generations back, a member of her family had created a strong artifact, destroyed by her great grand parents when they decided to be holy warriors. Trina started traveling the world in hopes of finding the means of creating an even more powerful artifact. Surprisingly, it was in her hometown where she met a young wizard. The wizard was visiting Bremen in hopes of encountering rare magical components. After a few drinks and a few intimidating stares, he said that he could help her in her quest to create what she had in her mind. however, he needed her to collect various magical extracts from powerful creatures...

Trina was in search of the the artifacts for two years. Luckily for her, dragons are back!

== Trina into the Greedy Green ==
It was two years before she heard of the dragons, though. She traveling with Arlin, the Firbold cleric. The two of them met a few months ago during one of her few visits to her home. Trina's mother had died and even though she still hated that woman, there a small part of her that needed to go home and mourn a lost childhood. During her way South, she found herself in a quest for saving Atnas, alongside a few other travelers. A few brushes with Krampus, a weird snowman and a very malicious child led to her gaining a very expensive diamond necklace and a traveling companion.

Arlin and she arrived to Synara, just in time for the great festival of Asar Ogalas. The festival was as boring and predictable as any elven festival ever was. Not enough drinking or dancing and neither any good trinkets for sale. The festival though took a dark turn, when the siren blew; dragons arrived in town! They were four and all looked terrible; she felt scared, awed, but also a bit... greedy. What could she gain out of killing one? Trina joined the other warriors in their efforts to save the civilians from the wrath of the great black dragon, Velathidros. She was not sure why she did that, perhaps being around a war cleric of Bahamut or just her upbringing had left a mark for heroics. The young tiefling woman was not sure if the glee by landing the final blow was due to that, or the greed for gold and fame.

Being a dragon killer brought forth more opportunities to encounter more of them. Arlin and she answered the call of the Church of Inovation in Deeplake city. They wanted them to acquire Caeruleam, even if this meant that they had to kill Blue Dragon babies. The Church leader was a bit weird, but this opportunity to get a bit of the substance for herself was too good to pass. She was very happy to join that group of adventurers, especially since she met again another of her Atnas' saving team warriors; Buho. Searching for caeruleam led to more trouble than she cared to admit; she was not always as effective as she would like to be against the Behir monster. On their way back, she was still too frustrated to plan well on how to acquire that substance for her. That led to her sneaking in a closed off part of the Church (thanks to Violet's help, an exceptional Tiefling). There she uncovered too many dead blue dragons... and more caeruleam. Her attempt to get was not very successful; but this sneaking around did help to figure out the involvement a weird Green Stag. Trina was not clear what was all of this about; but she cared not. Her wizard friend would be happy with what she acquired.

The caeruleam, Violet, Arlin and Trina sought out information about a golden egg... that apparently a child had stolen it? Well, she couldn't really blame the child who did that, those parents were insufferable. One of them was so controlling that they had even locked the kid's window! Tarian was dreaming of the forest through a bolted window... how could she not remember all those time she was locked into a chapel expected to just pray? Violet did not recquire much persuasion in helping her freeing him from his own house. That choice ended up being... bad. Tarian did have the golden egg and now they had to track him into the forest. Fighting for the egg, turned into fighting for their lives. All six of them realised that Bleucorundum, the Sapphire Dragon, was best to be left alone with the egg. They could lie to the town, keep the egg safe and get the gold! But she did get another blessing with this deal...

Gammelgrad was a strange town to be in, the man who paid for all their drinks and food even more so. Farlgrim (possibly?) claimed to be a dwarven alchemist, interested in discovering if the entrance to some ruins was where he thought it was. She was surprised to find such a basic task laid ahead of them; they had to face dragons in their previous trips. She did not care much though; he promised a hefty price for their discoveries, which included a… goblin head. What was the deal with everyone wanting a piece of monsters? I mean, she had her reasons, but why is it such a popular sport lately? Trina was a bit disappointed when Arlin put an end on Violet and her plan to steal a cart. She was not fond of walking, and she had to suffer through a lot of it lately. The travel was as boring as expected; for once they might earn some coin the easy way. Only those orcs that they encountered ended up worrying her; they talked of a Green Dragon nearby… perhaps he was the Green Stag. Or perhaps they made stuff up; she had been too intimidating towards them, so of course they might think that everything was way scarier than it actually was. Or maybe not (she had to sleep on it for a bit longer). The rest of the trip was a bit more fun, but also dangerous. The goblins in this area had sparkling red eyes and they could hit hard. That explained why the dwarf wanted a sample from them. She would have been more interested in the goblins if not Dad Bot challenging her ability to murder them. That insolent pet. Perhaps if she had not been so offended by him, she would have paid more attention to the big statue or to Farlgrim when he received their report.

For the first time since they embarked on this trip, Trina decided to travel separately from Arlin, which promptly turned out to be a mistake. He ended up having fun fighting dragon like creatures, while she ended up escorting that refuges around. Truth is that Seglock had some good wine to offer, but now she had to babysit people. Initially, the trip seemed to be boring and tedious… she had to listen to the old lady talk of the dark side of the moon and its God. The old priestess could weave a good tale and according to Buho bake as well, but both of those were of no interest to her. It was when the old woman started talking about a Sage of that God, that Trina’s heart started warming up to her. She looked like a blushing young maiden (or as much as a wrinkled, sun exposed face could resemble that of a young maiden) when she mentioned her God's Sage. Or priest. Or something like that. Trina could not contain her excitement, what marvelous chaos would be if those two would be together! With a promise to bring back a love letter, her companions and she headed out to find the old Priest.

The priest’s entourage was camping on top of a hill. He appeared only under the starlight, as all mysterious priests tend to do. His presence was marked by the most comfortable magic aura; it warmed her up the same way the old sauna in Bremen did over winter. He came out only at night, his eyes were burned to their core by hot tears, which also had marked his ancient face. His voice was as smooth as honey. And yet, he could truly see ''her'' as she was a friend of the dragons... Well, Trina could see why the priestess was into him. The Sage offered to ask questions his God on their behalf. None of them could resist the offer; what was the worst thing that could happen?

He led them to a well and lit a candle. He called out to the lord of the Moon. The tiefling was bored, all seemed to be a normal charlatan experience till it was not anymore. The moonlight led all its magic power, and they all got their turn to ask their questions. She listened to their questions, while she suddenly struggled for her own. What to ask for? What is logical or what is her desire? On her turn, she asked the former and she was disappointed; ''be careful with the dragons because none is really her friend''. She should have known, never anyone proves to be a real ally or friend. Communing with the Gods is always dissatisfying and even though this priest was charming, she did not leave this evening with more piety instilled in her. Trina did take note of the promise of the lord of the moon coming to their aid when their need is dire. She would remember for the future, just to whine about that when that God failed them like everyone else. The Sage's offer of a magical well that could ward them against dragons was generous, but it came from a mortal and not a God.

At least the priest was into the old lady as much as the old priestess was into him. He dictated a rather romantic letter for Gertrude, a letter that she would be very happy to deliver... Alongside the well that they decided to use for building a base in Seglock of all places. At least the place has good wine.

Somehow the locals thought that it was a good idea to have a festival. Had they not heard of what happened last time there was a festival? Dragons attacked the town. Well, this time all hell broke loose. Trina was sipping her free drink when explosions shook the town. Grandmush, the sorcerer and a few others run towards the source of trouble. The university was on fire, which made her assume that it could not have been anything worse than a failed experiment. The heroes had set up the moonwell here, so they were safe. But no, Tiamat themselves broke out from within a building wrecking additional havoc to everything. Trina would have loved to get her hands into his evil essence… if she did not die first. Those Cheshire goblins were everywhere, threatening everyone’s lives. They were as tough as she remembered them and unfortunately Buho was not there to rain poop on them. However, a mad university professor had been making a drakkoth blood poison that could kill those bastards. It was a long and tiring fight against the attacking horde. Trina had never had to use all of her resources before, nor had she felt so tired and battered.

The only bright spot on that disastrous night was the dragon essences she found while snooping around the laboratories. Once she was resting alone, the tiefling pulled out the formula. She had ripped out the piece of paper from her uncle’s notebook; he would call it theft but she had developed this one as much as he had. With the golden, red, black and brass dragon essences added to the blue and silver which were already in her possession, she now had six in total. Only a few more…

Thankfully, she got those essences out of the festival ordeal because the town was not showing any signs of compensation for her troubles. On the contrary, the local Baron (Faron? Farrown?) was preaching against them and moreover he had decided to cut funding to the crazy university professor! The man was a typical rich noble man; full of himself and too sure of the power he can exert over controlling other people. Why did anyone with a bit of power had to abuse it in order to shape the world in their gain? Peer pressure during his illegal meeting convinced him to fund the crazy professor again, even though part of the damage had already been done. The university had no more drakkoths at hand.

The very public standoff with Baron Faron prompted a certain agent from a certain secret heroes’ guild to approach her companions and her. Archie was friendly enough; he took their word for Baron’s sex orgies and offered to introduce them to his fellow conspirators. The Protectors of the People funded heroes hunting dragons; they even had a good number of bounties on different dragons. Did they really want to get rid of them? Did they just want their hoards? Or maybe they wanted another egg… their leader already had a golden dragon egg, why not be greedy and get another? Oh, how much would Trina have liked to snatch an egg for herself. Instead, they picked the high way and hunted down Drakkoths for the crazy professor.

The hunt was dangerous, but not as dangerous as the sensation she got while facing them. The same cold, external touch which had given her the chill touch to ward her against her mother, now provided her with the dream of a crown of madness. It was not so easy, she had to let the fear and anger to flow towards one of her enemies and to dominate his mind, and then the jagged crown could emerge from the skull. Maintaining her control over him was not as easy as she made it seem, it took all her energy to concentrate on that only. It was worth it in the end, because they could subdue not one but two of those ridiculous draconic monsters for the benefit of all.
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Arlin

2022-07-01T03:12:42Z

Margarita:

{{Infobox character|name=Arlin|image=Arlin Sword.png|caption="(Sigh) Lay on Hands"|playerName=Nick}}'''Arlin''' is a [[firbolg]] war [[cleric]] of [[Bahamut]], and as such is dressed in the traditional colors of blue and silver. He has been walking around with an expression like a toothache with personality to match. Arlin has been looking for redemption in all the wrong places. Arlin believed that his redemption would be found in the Rite of Reborn where he would be born again as a gold dragonborn.

== About ==
He wears robes over a full suit of splint armor, a long sword on one hip and the Book of Bahamut on the other. He's always seen carrying his holy symbol, a shield with Bahamut's head as the charge. [[File:Arlin Shield.png|left|thumb]]Arlin is 7 foot tall, 3.5 foot wide and 300lbs. He has blue skin and eyes, shorter than shoulder length white hair, 2" long full beard and a resting grumpy face.

Anyone who's invested time and effort to get to know Arlin Fiddlehead would learn not a lot more than he's a PITA, that doesn't like thinking (let alone talking) about his past. Yet he still cared deeply about people, even though it is well masked by his irritation and impatience. Oh, he also had preoccupation with dragon killing and if you can broach the subject, sailing.

Arlin is socially and emotionally challenged by the unresolved traumas of his past. He does not evangelize. If he's doing the talking, negotiations have fail or something has gone terribly wrong.

Arlin is practical and straightforward to a fault. He still understands the importance of self-care. If Arlin doesn't do his kata meditation and completely dead exhausted, he will be plaqued with nightmares of his, that he won't remember and won't sleep well. Not sleeping will make him grumpy...er.

Arlin should not drink. He won't stop if he starts. It would be extremely bad. People and things will get broken and he'll probably have, what looks like a mental breakdown. It's not pretty. Unconsciousness is the only thing that can stop him.

Arlin seems to have a bad reputation, especially where alcohol is served. He likes getting into fights. There's some things from his previous life that he hasn't processed that mean he should NOT DRINK!

Arlin has been not on the right path. He believed that his only redemption was by proving himself worthy of the Rite of Rebirth and he thought he was on a mission from the Temple to do. He was wrong.

Arlin's latest adventures and group interactions are slowly eroding a tiny bit of his granite exterior. Even with the turmoil of dragon incursions and other deadly situations, Arlin finds himself building friendships and feeling some security and for the first time in ages. He's near obsession with slaying chromatic dragons has lessened and starting to face his past.

== History ==
Arlin is particularly closed-mouthed about his childhood. On the other hand, he loves sailing and the last captain he served under and talk about either for hours.

There's over half a century of personal history he has yet to talked about.

*The firbolg village he was born in
*The tragedy that drove him away
*The odyssey through the wilderness
*The staggering half dead into a city
*Being pressed into service on a pirate ship

All of the above before his 10th birthday.

After that...
*The "Good" pirate ship (privateers?)
*The learning and climbing the ranks on say ship
*The "rough" night that sent him to the temple
*The start of the fixation on the Rite of Rebirth
*What got him sent on his "1st mission" from the Temple
*The sad end of his first part of adventurers

'''Arlin's Worst Birthday'''

Arlin wanted to run. Run as fast as the wind, faster than lighting during a thunderstorm. Young Arlin wanted for this day to be over already and the next one to dawn. Why wouldn’t he be in a hurry? Little Arlin would have his birthday tomorrow. He would turn 8 years old and then he would stop being little Arlin. Then all his cousins would gush about his age and wisdom and stop teasing him for being the youngest. Perhaps, he would even been stronger and able to capture the flag!

However, as his grandpa liked to claim; life was not always fair. He also liked to say to not run while carrying a basket full of eggs. Usually, he was not in a mood to follow that advice, but these eggs were special. They were for his birthday cake. The thought of his grandma’s baking made him slow down even further. Little Arlin could close the eyes and taste the memories of her sweet pies. Unfortunately, they didn’t do justice to her actual baking. Fortunately, he would make new memories of it tomorrow.

A growl. His eyes snapped open; his breath caught in his lungs as he faced a large dire wolf. The tensed body relaxed only a few moments later. He did recognize the white muzzle.

“Mom is a better-looking wolf than you”.

The wolf turned into an older Firbolg, the face of his beloved grandpa. “My daughter was lucky enough to take after her mother”. His warm laugh filled Arlin’s heart and yet there were some extra creases of worry around his eyes. “What do you have there, little Arlin?”

Grandfather and grandson walked towards their home’s garden. It was so close now that Arlin could smell his father’s plants. Their house was so close at the edge of the village that they had as much space as needed for a garden. It was not a coincidence that his cousins preferred to play in his backyard. “Eggs. For my cake.” He responded a bit sourly. “You will not be able to call me little tomorrow, so you better enjoy it till you can!”

“Oho! A grown man!” the old Firbolg ruffled the hair of the young pup. “So, little Arlin, what will we eat tomorrow?”

Arlin did not need much to start talking about their plans. He listed grandma’s cake, his mother’s pies and went on to describe in great detail the games he wanted to play with his friends. His excitement and anticipation for tomorrow kept his words rolling with no end in sight. His happy chatter was not dissuaded by his granddad’s half focused responses. Neither did he notice his father, Roland, coming up to him, nor the silent worried look he exchanged with his grandfather.

"Arlin, you brought the eggs home. Good”. His father ruffled his hair but his eyes were not on him. “And in one piece. Your grandmother will be happy as soon as she sees them. She waits for you in the backyard”.

Little Arlin would have noticed his father’s more curt than usual tone, but today he was too excited to do so. He did not require much prompt to hop inside the house and towards the backyard. His grandfather’s silent whisper followed him inside “Roland, there is something worrisome in the forest, but I cannot place a paw in it…”

His grandmother was sleeping silently in the hammock. Arlin rolled his eyes; it was too often that his oma would just nap in the middle of a random room. He gently placed the basket on the ground and then snuck up to her. Slowly. Silently. Like a panther. He raised a finger, snickering with his own mischief.
“You should not laugh if you try to sneak up on me”, she said, opening one of her eyes. “Did you bring the eggs for me, little Arlin?”

“Yes! And tomorrow you will not be able to call me little anymore!”
“Good boy” she stretched out, stood up slowly and ruffled his hair, causing him to pout. What was wrong with everyone today and they wished to mess with his hair?

“Will you start the cake today?” he inquired while trying to place some of the errand strands of hair into their proper place.

“Oh, yes, I will. Do you want to help?”

“No”.

“Do you want to watch?”

“Will I get to lick the mixing spoon after?”

“Perhaps”.

Arlin observed his grandma with a critical eye. She picked up the basket of eggs slowly, and then turned around to wait for his response. “I think you will not let me before dinner”, he concluded.

“Clever boy”. She winked at him. “Then go off! Wash yourself!”

Little Arlin wondered if his grandma would relent; it was his birthday eve after all. He looked at her ancient face, kind and sharp as always. Perhaps, if he tried to negotiate…

“Arlin, dear, listen to your oma” his mother voice came from somewhere within the house. “You cannot have snacks right before dinner! Also, are you sure you want to spoil your appetite? I thought you loved pies…”

The young firbolg turned on his heels, his face light up with hunger and excitement. ” Mushroom pies?”, Oh please let it be mushroom pies.

His mother walked up closer to him. She wiped her hands on her apron. “Of course! That is the benefit of living at the edge of the village; the forest is at your doorstep and so…”

“…are the mushrooms!” he finished up for her. Smiling, he went into the house to prepare for dinner. It seemed that he would get that treat a day early.

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It was not the screams that woke him, they were still faint. Was it the smoke or the smell of burned flesh? No. It was a cold hand on his shoulder. Shaking him

“Arlin” more violent shaking. “Arlin, wake up”.

Arlin’s eyes opened slowly to see his father’s worried face. The full moon illuminated only part of it; the shadows it created were swallowing up the beloved face. “Arlin, you must go”.

His father was dragging him out of bed, but he was still half asleep. Now the screams and the horrid smell were closer to him, but still had not touched him. “No, leave your shoes, look at me. Look at me!” the last three words were clearly a command. His father had grabbed his little Arlin’s face to force him to stare into his eyes. “Listen carefully. You must run”.

“Run where?” his voice was still too sleepy.

“To the forest. Look only down. Get to the forest. Keep going, don’t stop”.

The loud thumb of a building collapsing nearby filled his room. “You? Mom, grandfath…”

“We will catch up with you!” the man answered with too much urgency and fear in his voice. “Run now, RUN!”

With that he pushed him out of the house, into the hot night. His father’s hands were firm in pointing him towards the right way to run. Arlin ran out of the village and into the forest. He almost looked up to see, but he didn’t. But he ran. Arlin ran, ran as fast as the wind. He would run faster than lightning during a thunderstorm if that meant he could escape the screams and the yells that hounded him. As he ran, the sounds and smells slowly faded behind, but not his fear and confusion. His heartbeat was so fast and so loud, that for a few moments it was the main rhythm in his mind.

He ran and he kept running till there was no breath in him, till the fire did not smell, till the yells did not pierce from all around him. Arlin stopped for a moment to look back, to only see the silent trees under the moonlight. “They will catch up with me” he told them, and he kept running.

Trina

2022-07-01T03:01:17Z

Margarita: /* Trina into the Greedy Green */