Role

Chapter 6

Saersha had lived for over 400 years. She had explored forgotten tombs, rediscovered ancient
temples, and passed out historic artifacts. She tried to make the best of every situation
and leave people with a smile. Early in her adventuring career, the Captain of Storms had
talked with her about fate, and fate had never let go since that day. Coincidences had
constantly led the quirky elf, and she had involved herself in many happenings, always had
her fingers in many pies, her nose in others' business. But fate had seen fit to turn her
about once more. She began seeing the a strange form, one which became clearer and clearer
the closer she felt to it. It was Arvam Raenau. As she spoke with him, her spirit burned
with passion and hungered for new thrills. She became excited with the thought of bringing
him back into the world proper. Venturing forth into unexplored lands, the familiar feeling
of exploration seemed like an old friend as she dug into yet another ancient myth. Obtaining
a mystic artifact, fate saw fit to show her a new experience. A strong yet cautious Scion
took the artifact from her and never showed her face. Saersha could not steal the object back.
Frustration took her and the formly happy go lucky elf gave into a new emotion. Frustration
and hatred. She bickered and spat at the Scion, much to Sehdara's amusement. In truth, the
object was much less important to Saersha than she had let on to her friends. The dangers
they faced served little towards the freeing of Arvam, but Saersha was still fuming. Feeling
unsatisfied with the confrontation with Sehdara, Saersha turned her anger towards another she
had past conflict with, Mikhian. Mikhian did not disappoint. The belligerent wood elf foamed at
the mouth as he argued and threatened Saersha and the Heralds. Finally, when the conversation
grew tired, Saersha returned his rightful property without any bargin, the adrenaline in her
veins being all the payment she needed.