Lady Saishan Vy’kahr

Level: 20 +

Race: Dhe’nari Dark-Elf

Class: Guild Rogue

Special Skills: Ambush, Lockpicking, Stealth, (and a few other less desirable roguish traits)

Associations: Voln, Wehnimer’s Rogue Guild, Protectors of the Citadel, House Daginiech Onior.

Hometown: Wehnimer’s Landing

House Mentor: Lady Chamberlin Matti

History:

            I was born in the Northern Mountains, where exactly I will never be sure. My earliest memories are in an icy city far from anything I have yet seen in my travels. When I was about 8 human years, my father, a sorcerer, took my younger brother and I, in a hurried state far from my city of birth.

            In our treck cross country my father was assassinated at the hands the sorceress, whom I had learned was the reason we had left my homeland, My brother and I were left to fend for ourselves in IceMule. (the closest town). We fell in with young thief gang, where we, of course, got into a whole load of trouble. This same trouble eventually led to our fleeing IceMule only to be prevented by a Giantmen cleric named Lord Shikel.

            Shikel took me under his wing to straighten me out. Which worked well for the time. He was my mentor for quite some time. And finally he eventually brought me to the Landing. Here is where the big trouble started.

            Almost immedietly I fell in with the wrong group, despite my associations with a voln mentor and his noble friends. In a rather self-destructive pattern, I joined and mastered the Council of Light easily before I was in my 10^th train. Eventually I became close friends, and the fiancée of an older Sorcerer named Lugubrious. Things went well until shortly after the Banaltra invasion, when I began to doubt many things. It didn’t take long for my life to take another terrible twist. Between the death of my brother, my shattered relationship, and probably CoL, I lost control of myself and became very violent and insane.

            I left the Landing as only a shell, lost in my own personal demons. I headed south where I reaquinted myself with my son…yes son. Named Jinzyng, only a boy of course, whose origins are best left untouched at this time.

            With Jin in my care, we headed far south. Where hopefully I could find myself again. And that I did, while training my son. There were many hardships, including a run in with a group of slavers and some of personal demons. Eventually, I was ready to return home to the Landing. I sent Jinzyng to the Elven Nations to stay with a long term friend Nithili, and I headed to the Landing. Jin was about 15 human years at this time and needed a bit of space from me…

            I returned to the landing and immediately sought out an old friend Guarrin Rakinhelm. Being my only friend in the landing I spent much time with him, he eventually introduced me to Lord Shirkon and Lord Morgiest, whom I also befriended. It was these friendships that ultimately lead me to leave the Council of Light, and Join Voln. Which in turn set me on the right path. I soon joined the Protectors of the Citadel, under Colonel Guarrin’s command. And also Paladin House Onior, where Lady Chamberlin Matti, was assigned as my mentor in the adventure guild.

            Under these encouraging changed in my life, I have fought with both Onior and the Protectors in the battle agianst the Dark Alliance in Solhaven recently.

            My past may be dark, but I learned the hard way that living in shadows leads only to an empty soul. I thank my dear friends Guarrin and Shirkon for showing me that path and taking my hand as that of a child and still allowing me to keep my dignity…even if I am a brat.