Death

Laiyre dropped from the sky to a family of grave guardians. Though the people in the village never treated them well, she was raised lovingly by the human couple who found her and she never knew who her real parents were. Laiyre had shown talent for the arcane since young and would have been sent to study magic in Timaran. The day just before her departure to Timaran, everything fell apart. The villagers found out that Laiyre's foster parents were both small time necromancers. Amidst the fear and confusion growing in the minds of the villagers, Laiyre was even accused of being a demon due to her unusual wings. The village chief ordered the entire family to be put to death by fire, with Laiyre watching her parents burn to ashes right in front of her. Laiyre cried and screamed and kicked and struggled but all she could do was watch in horror as her parents die in pain, all while the villagers laughed. They were relishing the pain that her beloved parents suffered. As her parents turned silent and the flames consumed what remained of their bodies, a cold wave of hatred and anger coursed through Laiyre's entire body. Laiyre let out a scream of anguish that silenced the mad cackling of the villagers. Their eyes widened in fear as wraiths appeared from the ashes of Laiyre's parents and the graves. The villagers screamed and tried to run but there was no escape. The wraiths drained the life out of every single villager as images of how the villagers mistreated her family over the years played out in her mind. After the last villager fell, Laiyre stumbled her way out of the village into a world she had never seen.

Life

Laiyre wandered around aimlessly for a while, living on whatever scraps she could find. Try as she might, Laiyre was afterall a simple girl who grew up with food put on the table for her. She simply had no way to survive for long outside of her little cozy home. Cozy. A word that seemed so familiar until quite recently. As she was on the verge of death, Laiyre fainted at the feet of a gate guard. When she awoke, she felt a certain feeling that seemed so distant and yet so familiar. Yes, it is the feeling of home... "Mama?" , Laiyre asked as she rised from the bed. "Ah, you are awake! Let's have something to eat!" , Exclaimed the motherly figure in front of her. It did not take long for Laiyre to realise that this was not her mother and that she is simply in the care of a kind stranger. The old woman had saw a notice at the City Hall looking for someone to take in a homeless girl and took up the task. Laiyre spent the next few years of her life with the kindly lady in Seringale where she was free to practice her gift freely. By day she would help out with the citizens of Seringale with whatever odd jobs they had to offer and by night she would take lessons from Quazark the Master Necromancer of Seringale. Laiyre had grown up around corpses and learnt much from her now dead parents and learnt much faster than her peers. Quazark was impressed and promised to teach her to handle the power of Death when she was grown up. More years passed and the frail old lady was at the end of her life. At her death bed, Laiyre promised that her corpse would not be raised, her soul never called upon so that she could rest in peace. The old lady passed away peacefully, with a smile. After the old lady's funeral was finished, Laiyre headed off to Quazark to begin her journey.