As a youngling, Mollyra was always fascinated with tomes and tales of
adventure. She was very fond of the challenges that the Warlords of old
would be tasked with by their Warmaster or Immortal leader. From soloing
the platforms, to slaying the mighty jotun renegade in Dankbark, Mollyra
would dream of having magnificent battles that the bards would sing for ages
to come.
It would be near her eighteenth birthday before Mollyra would have the
chance to slip away from the village. She was a novice mage and a devout
follower of the Lady Vanisse. Mollyra, was destined for something great.
She just needs to find out what that is.
Description:
Hobbling around slowly is a very old looking gnome. She seems to only
get by with the aid of her walking stick. Her beard, yes her beard, is long
and grey. It seems as though she hasn't washed herself in a long time with
all the food, insects and other unidentifiable debris lodged in her beard.
A strange odor of meat and mushrooms emanates from her like a thick fog.
One of her hands seems strangely smaller then the other. Her smile is
something that makes you want to vomit, not that there are many teeth to see
anyway.
