Nyala

A disciple of the Morokai Overlord Azurai. The ravages of war brought forth great pain and suffering for many. Nyala was one such unfortunate orphan who lost her parents in the endless battles between the Morokai and Deva. Were it not for the beaming smile and the warm touch of her little sister's tiny hands, Nyala would've given in to despair. She had a duty to protect and raise the person who was her last ray of sunshine in a god-forsaken world. Unfortunately for them, fairy tales did not exist in Baldemar, as they lived in a world of strife and anarchy, where the strong fed upon the corpses of the weak. Slavers stormed into their hut one night and seized her. No matter how hard she fought and screamed, she could not resist the slavers. The last memory Nyala had of her little sister was of her sobbing alone and helpless. It was then that her small fragment of hope shattered as her mind and soul plunged into chaos. As a slave, Nyala was sent to the burning mines deep below Ostagoth to extract precious orihalcum ore. It is said that a particular incident that transpired within the mine drew the attention of the overlord himself. The guards of the mine were all found brutally slaughtered. All but one slave fled the mine, and that slave was Nyala. She was found in her cell covered in blood, cradling a rock and singing a lullaby. While Azurai's officers saw Nyala as a threat, the overlord saw immense potential in her. He offered her two "choices": to become his disciple, or forever lose the one thing she held most dear. To Nyala the answer was clear, thus her brutal training began. She went on to exceed all of Azurai's expectations, mastering the art of espionage, assassination, interrogation and torture. Using all the newly acquired skills at her disposal, Nyala finally tracked down her sister's whereabouts. Although she was proud of the young lady her sister had grown into, she did not wish to meet her. She knew any involvement with Azurai's favored assassin would surely bring nothing but trouble for her sister. As the man who held the most power and influence over all Morokai, Azurai had no lack of enemies. Nyala operated from under the cover of shadows and ensured that the overlord's enemies were kept in their place. She also had a penchant for delivering permanent resolutions over questionable precautions. She came to be feared as the "Black Hand of Azurai," his mailed fist of death, destruction, and terror. After the rapid rise of power of the clan Rih'alnase, Nyala paid little attention to them. Despite Azurai's apparent contempt for the clan, she felt that Rih'alnase's frivolous ambitions posed no threat to the overlord. When she discovered that her sister had joined the ranks of the Rih'alnase after they rescued her from slavers, she felt as if a knife had been stabbed into her back. Having carved a life out of pain and deceit, the darkness within her soul stirred once more. Respect, trust and friendship were only an illusion. Paranoia slowly gnawed at the remnants of her sanity, while her guilt for having abandoned her sister deterred her from confronting the Rih'alnase. Like a bomb with a short fuse, it was only a matter of time before she lost even her ability to reason.