Vonica

Wise beyond her age {13 yo}, ready to carry out her duty, able to guide her younger cousins, indentured in exchange for her life.

Description:

Vonica Petralovich S-10 D-16 Cn-12 I-16 W-9 Ch-13, Per-9, Zero lvl, 4hp; Human female, Ftr (trainee), shortsword, shortbow, dagger, knife. Shortsword (exceptional quality/1 to damage), Shortbow (exceptional quality/1 to hit), Dagger (exceptional quality/+1 to damage) Leather Armour; Shetland pony, tack, bit and bridle, saddlebags, cloak and winter blanket; Dowery with chest.

Bio:

Vonica Petralovich had her life planned to the very last detail, her life’s love was all but within her grasp, her mother’s approval already won, her father’s decision ready to be decided in her favor, the Caravan Elder’s blessing just a few rides away…

Then it all became as ash in her mouth… She who was most careful with the younger children, caught daydreaming in the wagon, her cousins Kara and Clair napping, (Or so she thought!)… The flair of light, the crackling of the flames, the great heat instantly addling her thoughts, the youngers shrill screams, and her inability to dampen the fire with the witchery taught to her by her great aunt…

Suddenly the stranger in her face, grasping Clair and pulling her from the danger, the second attempt to rescue Kara and herself being thrust into the clear air near the doorway, her father’s arms protectively sheltering her from any harm…

The Elder’s scolding, her parents crying, the nods from the others in the caravan as they offer their judgements to her crime… Her life’s plans forfeit, her love’s glare, and the disappointment in her aunt’s face… Too much to bear… Indentured to the rescuers! Lost from the clan! Powerful magics sundered upon she and her cousins…

Her new life thrust upon her shoulders. Her duty to her Masters. Her cousins her charges until they had aged enough to fully understand what had befallen upon them all…

Vonica

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