Queen Mjrn ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵘⁱᵈ ᵇᵉʳˢᵉʳᵏᵉʳ

A Kalishtar, one of two souls, two minds, and two spirits- Mjrn lived a life of solitude from a young age. Outcasted from clan and village for magic not understood, she found safety and family with the spirits and animals of the wild. A child brimming with rage over being

scorned by those meant to protect her, she found solice in the warm guidance of the Quori's dreams. She communed with spirits, drawing upon their ancient memories to reclaim forbidden magic and trinkets from history's ambiguity. She would live a hermit's life for nearly

Twenty years until a vision from the spirits would urge her to action. A dream of a warring force that would swallow the land and forest with their conflict. An absolute that would come to pass if she remained passive. And so it was, that on that morn, after her vision, she

set out towards the village that once rejected her- to challenge the acting chief in combat for the right to lead the clan. She was victorious, tales regaling how their brave queen fought like a rabid beast, as if failure was not an option. It was to be a fight to the death

or exile. She chose neither, helping the once chief to his feet, grabbing his wrist in comradery, and stating: "There is much work for us to do." And so this small village of forest dwellers receded, growing their numbers, building their strength, and extending their borders

to the edge of the wilds. She taught them how to hunt and gather with respect for the ecosystem, she taught them compassion for the unknown, and she taught them respect and reverence for the spirits of the wilds and their ancestors. It was under her rule this small village