:: Random NPC—Emyr, Bórean Mage ::

Emyr (“Ruler”)

by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/18/15

a bórean

Race: Bórean

Age: Young

Gender: Female

Stature: Short

Physical: Long Neck

Outwardly: Sorrowful

Inwardly: Helpless

Profession: Farmer

Magic: Mage—Conjuration/Abjuration

Catchphrase: “Emyr.”

Entering the chambers of the Athanasian Council, the ambassadors all file in and take their seats. Last to enter is a siren holding the hand of a small, furry child wearing large clawed gloves and a hood featuring a mole’s snout. As the siren raises the child up to sit in one of the council seats you realize that it is not a child, but a little bórean girl with a longer-than-usual neck for her kind. Almost immediately upon being settled, she begins fiddling with her claws with a sad expression, clearly not paying attention to the proceedings. The ambassadors introduce themselves, ending with the little bórean girl. The siren reminds her to speak when it is her turn. “Emyr,” she says softly, and returns to staring at her hands.

Emyr was born into a world totally foreign to most Bóreans, and she grew up never knowing the caverns. Her parents and many siblings tended to a small farm on the surface near the inlet of Kun, where a school of Merrows would often come ashore to trade. Then one day a message arrived at the farm: a council was being formed to help elect the new human king and queen. Every bórean in the north had refused the position, the messenger explained, and yet the position could not remain unfilled. For this reason the messenger had been tasked with finding one bórean who would accept the honor, even traveling across all of Athanasia if need be.

The messenger offered ingots of rare metals, crafting tools and equipment, and rare gifts enchanted by the archmages of Euzoria as compensation for the loss that might be suffered by the family of any such candidate. Emyr’s family looked past all this and saw the promise that lay in a future within the kingdom of the humans. Explaining to her that her path did not lie with mere farmers, but as a ruler among her people, Emyr’s mother and father delivered her to the messenger and said their goodbyes.

Emyr wished to make her parents proud, and so gladly traveled with the messenger back to Euzoria. She devoured her studies in the ways of Euzorian nobility, and even showed an aptitude for magic and enrolled in the Elementary School. In time, however, homesickness set in, and she thought less and less about her role as an ambassador for her race—whom she had never really known—and more and more about her family. Using magic to conjure her memories of them into being, she often reflects on her time as a farmer and longs for those days again.