Ashtoreth

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A S H T O R E N T H I was just an only child of the universe - And then I found you

History The skies above Ashtorenth were dark and permanently umber. With the mushrooms casting everything into an eerie blue light and the tangled wood holding all its secrets closer, closer, closer. How many secrets has she spilled into these woods, and just how many ears were listening out there? As a rigged player in the tables of the Night Crawlers, Tor has many secrets indeed. Within her claws held card slits, under her cape held duplicates, and even more, her eyes wander for details that could aid her. It was all acceptable of course, this ring was meant to cheat lil’ dragon pups that had too much treasure to burn in the pocket. Yet one day, it all tilted. A card ring gone wrong, and she was there with all the fakes to take the blame. There was nothing she could do, but flee before more than just her eye was scarred.

Relationships ASHLING • Red blooded Buddies FIREBELOW • Demon Darlings ARENDSI • Mystifying Marvels Brilliant Brass Torc Trinkets Does this go with your eyes? 41 Plaguebringer Bone Scrimshaw Trinkets A menacing engraving of the Plaguebringer. It is scrawled on the side of a large bonespike and reeks of decay. 105 Scarlet Yuccaweave Dragonmade Though practical, this deep red-colored rope can stain fabrics pink if stored together. 41 Berserker's Belt Dragonmade Wearing the stolen sash of a fallen Swiftfoot Berserker will brand you as a target for others in the same herd. A bold choice, or a foolish one? 29

Present

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There was no more quick tricks for money, now her only craft are the meticulous details on clothing, weapons, and accessories. Tor's careful carvings and engravings of patterns is an artisan's work, with her own accessories enchanted to never fail on her again; with easy ignition to burn any evidence or incriminating evidence on her before they are found. For others, she creates the stories that they want to keep, charms to protect their minds and bodies, and even embroider secrets into fabrics that can only be read by a select few. Her eye for detail is just the singular eye, where she trained to see more than ever before.