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Eyfura Andilien
Daugher of Adaria Andilien, Cousin to Aigun |
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Ranger |
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Herbalist and Alchemist |
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Character History
Born a female, to a daughter of the Andillian line, Eyfura was in no danger of holding the reins of the family. She was raised in the military tradition of the Andillian house, learning early the import of duty, family and strength. She was found early on to have an affinity with nature, and like many Andillian's, became a ranger, learning the ways of the forest, both it's beasts and it's flora.
Though female, she joined her brothers and cousins in the defense of Elrendar'Nel. It was during this time that she met her husband, Domarr Gaelsling. Domarr and Eyfura first became hunting partners, and built a trust that cannot be duplicated in the easy confines of a city. They came to move as one, and it was not uncommon for a band of Amani to belive they were under assault by a full squad of elves when in reality it was simply the two rangers.
After hunting together for over fifty years, Domarr proposed to Eyfura. He had no title, but her removal from the line of sucession allowed her to marry for love. To celebrate their union they tamed two hatchling Dragonhawks of the same clutch, who became their staunch companions. Eyfura's hawk was Einarr, and Domarr's was named Valkyyr.
It was only eight years after their wedding that the siege of Arthas came. They had begun thinking about children, but the siege ended that. Domarr and Eyfura were covering the retreat of the Andillian house, and that of the allied house of Suncrown. They had taken up positions along the road south of the Andillian estate, just where the mountains begin. Positioned as they were, on opposite sides of the road, they were able to provide withering cover fire for the refugees who were attempting to escape along the road. The fiery breath of their Dragonhawks wreaked a terrible toll on the foot soldiers of Arthas' legion, and many escaped due to their bravery. As the trickle of refugees slowed to a stop, and the sheer numbers of the scourge increased, Domarr and Eyfura signaled to each other and began their slow withdrawl into the mountains. But just as they began to move, Domarr spotted a young elven woman running down the road, carrying a squealing elven babe in her arms. The woman had rotting hounds at her heals, harrying her every step. Without pause, Domarr whistled a signal to Eyfura, who had already begun the retreat, and leaped from his vantage point onto the very backs of the hounds, firing an arrow as he did. He managed to bring down two of the loathsome beasts, and his companion Valkyyr intercepted another, but the fourth hound lunged and ripped into the back of the young woman. Domarr dropped his bow and drew his twin blades of elven steel, laying about in a storm of controlled fury. Unfortunatly, slower minions of Arthas had caught by then, and while none could lay a diseased hand on Domarr, an enemy caster hurled a shadowy bolt of terrifying power, striking Dolmarr full in the chest.
As he crumpled to the ground, a cry of anguish and rage boiled out from Eyfura. She leaped down from the rocks where she had made it back into range of the enemy. Her hands blurred and her bowstring sang it's song of death, and the enemy caster fell in the span of a heartbeat with six arrows protruding from it's throat and chest. Distracted by his master's fall, Valkyyr took a ferocious bite to his right wing, crying out and falling from the sky onto Domarr. Eyfura and Einarr closed as quickly as they could, Eyfura using the last of her arrows to clear a space around her fallen companions and the elven woman. She charged an undead creature who was bending toward Valkyyr, breaking her bow over it's head even as Einarr swept her coils around it's legs. A single look told Eyfura that Domarr was dead, beyond hope of her meager potions. Tears burning her eyes, Eyfura reached for the pike slung across her back and prepared to die a death befitting an Andillian. Her hand stopped though when through the wall of her pain, grief and anger, the wail of a child broke though.
The woman's baby was still alive.
Screaming with emotion too strong for words, Eyfura pulled a bottle of Alchemical fire from her pouch. Whispering a brief prayer, she flug the bottle onto the body of Domarr, which broke upon him in a ball of flame, denying the enemy the satisfaction of turning his corpse to one of Arthas' minions. Then, scooping up the wailing babe in one arm, and the wounded Valkyyr in the other, she began to run.
She called for Einarr. But still the valiant Dragonhawk fought. She called again and again, stopping her run. But the winged peast would not disengage. It's loyalty was too strong. It's need to protect it's companions drove it to attack and attack again. Just as Eyfura turned back, ready to run back into the fray, a mighty abomonation which had finally caught up swung it's viscious axe, and cleaved the valiant creature in twain.
Eyfura went cold inside. She had seen her husband fall, had been forced to incinerate him to deny his form to the enemy. She had reached her threshold of pain. Her heart cried out to return to her husband and companion, to die with them honorably, but her duty was to the living. The values and traditions born and bred into her for centuries took over, and her focus sharpened to crystal clarity. She quaffed a potion to increase her speed, and holding the child and wounded dragonhawk close, she sped off into the hills.
But she vowed vengance, and she will not be denied.
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