PLAYED BY: Winter Edwardson
CHARACTER NAME: Solveig Nightshade
GENDER: Woman
PRONOUN(S): she/they
CLASS: Mage
AGE: 31
RACE: Ulven
HAIR: brownish
EYES: blue
OCCUPATION: witch
KNOWN SKILLS: arcane and divine
BIRTHPLACE: a small village in clan Spiritclaw territory
APPEARANCE: dressing oddly for an Ulven, she wears more adornments and jewelry that’s more similar to colonial styles and fashion
NOTABLE TRAITS: a spiderweb of scars around her left eye
BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY:
I don’t really remember my parents. They passed when I was very young, I was never told how. I survived much on the kindness of others and my willingness to do odd jobs. I started traveling from village to village working for room and food and learning new skills where I could. Some people saw me as a nuisance others would look at me with pity but I tried to pay them no mind. When I felt like I had overstayed my welcome I would move to the next town. Eventually I heard of the colonists and their landing on our shores. They started some conflicts and disputes with some packs but tempers seemed to calm at least for some of the clans. I decided that maybe these new people would be a good place to learn some new skills so I entered into their settlement of New Hope. Many of the other Ulven talked like these outsiders were some strange and unknowable creatures but their settlement didn’t seem too different from our own villages. Many people seemed glad that I was only asking for room and board as payment for working for them. That was when I met Corvain.
Corvain was a syndar who introduced himself to me as a researcher just hoping to understand our world. He offered to talk over a meal at his workshop. He asked me all sorts of questions as we ate. Where was I from? How long have I been in New Hope? Why did I come here? I answered him as best I could. The food was delicious. He asked if I would like to be his assistant and I said yes. He seemed ecstatic at this and we shared a drink. Soon after the room started to spin and I fell to the floor. When I woke I was moved somewhere else. It felt like maybe a cellar. I was locked in a cage and I could see Corvain working at a small table muttering something under his breath. I tried to mumble out what was going on but my head felt like it was trying to crack in half from the inside. Corvain stopped his writing and turned to me. He exclaimed “oh good you’re awake! We have so much to learn” as he stared almost hungrily at me with his violet eyes.
Much of my time with Corvain is hazy. The days blurred into weeks into months into years. He would test all manner of experiments on me. I would wake up with my cage in the center of a ritual circle as he performed some incantations. I would sometimes be brought unconscious with pain or euphoria. He would test odd alchemical concoctions. Some of them were mild poisons and others caused me to have hallucinations and weird dreams. I started to have recurring dreams of the new moon, like it was watching over me. At some point Corvain started to let me out, with a chain around my ankle, to act as his assistant in some larger experiments. One night after I had been sent to bed I had my recurring dream but this time it lasted much longer. I dreamt I was walking along a path in the forest. There were many people out but it was late and a new moon hung in the sky. I found my way to a path that no one else was walking down and it seemed like they couldn’t even see it. I started walking this new path and as soon as I left the other people behind I woke up. Corvain must have forgotten to lock my cage as I was standing in the room behind him with a heavy log from the stove in my hand. I wasn’t sure how I got there but I knew this was my only chance. I brought the log down on his head and he fell hard, collapsing like a sack of grain on the floor. I moved quickly, grabbing the keys off his belt. I undid the chain around my ankle and fled up the stairs dashing out the back door of his workshop into the night.