A young Dark Elf somehow found (or was made to find) the surface of Thera
and was taken into servitude in "service" to a traveling circus. The circus
itself was made up of a ragtag group of ruffians that seemed more interested
in drinking and fighting amongst themselves (and robbing the occasional
attendee) than actually entertaining anyone. They did not wind up with
large audiences and yet somehow food and drink was always plentiful, one can
only imagine how they made ends meet. Members of the circus ended up
disappearing or met an untimely end from the long reach of the law of the
Seringale Justice cabal. Over time Eroia was the only remaining original
member of the Dark Circus and it begs the question, who is really serving
whom? Eventually Eroia appeared to have been released from her servitude
(read got bored and disbanded her gang of ruffians) and all remaining
members of the Dark Circus appeared to have disappeared. Regardless Eroia
now calls Seringale her home and has an honest living supplying Hyando with
fresh meat.
Description:
Almond shaped magenta eyes dart around, chasing invisible prey that only
this woman appears to see. They are outlined in some sort of ink to
accentuate her features, with enough attention to detail it is obvious that
this woman has put a lot of effort in to her appearance. Her gaze is
enchanting, promising both lust and danger and perhaps just a pinch of
madness. The pointy ears and dark skin reveal that this woman is a Drow,
although her garb suggests that she spends the majority of her time in towns
and taverns. She is tall and slender but her curves certainly catch your
eye. Beauty is an understatement to describe this woman.
Up, up on this stage, I bow
Applause, and tears, and laughter
You'll think I am through, though I'll tell you how
The sur-prise shall come, here after
As the lights go dim, the curtains fall
When they're up again, I'll not be found
The rumors, and whispers, and tales go round
You'll soon see, you've been had! I've fooled you all!
You've been warned, that there are traps!
I've left something behind, an heir perhaps?
Is it a snare or a pit made for thee?
One thing is certain, we'll just wait and see!
[reply to Nadrin]
Applause, and tears, and laughter
You'll think I am through, though I'll tell you how
The sur-prise shall come, here after
As the lights go dim, the curtains fall
When they're up again, I'll not be found
The rumors, and whispers, and tales go round
You'll soon see, you've been had! I've fooled you all!
You've been warned, that there are traps!
I've left something behind, an heir perhaps?
Is it a snare or a pit made for thee?
One thing is certain, we'll just wait and see!
[reply to Eroia]