The Events 01042020; Since the bloodshed among the cimmerian lands the shamaness has made a great recovery. Has stayed hidden and under the radar for almost a month again, lurking in her quarters among The Abyss. The lands are not the same as they were before, in a good way. Even though her kinds are still feared, they have established leadership among the lands. Good for them, possibly bad for the others, only time will tell.

Entered the forest a few days prior to briefly check up on everything, today taking a longer visit. Somehow enjoying the rain even though it makes her a little melancholic.

The Events 06022020; For what seemed like forever was merely a month of struggle and bloodshed among the darkness within Cimmerian. The lands filled with rotting corpses as the war went on, some left behind for good, some picked up by their loved ones to give proper burial. The reign of The Shamans remains as the anarchists were defeated. Remained at Madhukar's side at all costs and fought with him and their army of supporters. Whenever they got the chance they would collect bodyparts for safekeeping and to use them later on in various experiments.

The Shamaness did not leave the battlefield unharmed, heavily bruised and suffering from blood loss makes her weak and feeble. Their healing potions got them only so far until running out of them. Returned to the forest, hidden within the thickets in the birch to avoid danger and to gain strength.

The Events 10012020; Slowly recovering from the ambush both physically and mentally, preparing a counter attack on those who dared to wrong her. Preparing for a war, recruiting people to join the darkness with the Shamans. Finding allies seems a little difficult from the very torn, scattered crowd that is Cimmerians. The era of anarchy is closing in and the lands demand one leader to lead all, and to become just that is what she fights for. Alongside Madhukar, of course.

The ground is shaking, the air is getting thicker. The war is upon us.

The Events 11112019; Heavily injured due to a surprise attack, an ambush. A few weeks ago took Dae out in the Cimmerian to teach her a thing or two about life and death, and killing someone to keep yourself alive. Killed two Wasteland hounds in front of the child to show everyone kills to survive and it is nothing to be ashamed of. Less than a week ago was faced with her little lecture by the higher ranked Wasteland hounds, they had sent a pack of hounds after her when they saw her leave the comfor and security of the Abyss. Ambushed her and were ready to tear her to pieces for the sake of their fallen comrades.
During the battle she managed to harm a few, kill one and the remaining two tore her up, and left her to die in the middle of Wastelands. Her shard shape was found later on by Madhukar, who brought her back to Abyss to recover. Yesterday returned to her own form, was told about a possible conspiracy against the Abyss and their residents by the unhappy cimmerian, moved to recover into the forest, lurking in the blue bowl, avoiding trouble and preparing for the possible upcoming war.

♦ Twin sister to Vasanti Ksajare, born into the Ksajare familyline but abandoned not long after her birth for not being pretty and sweet like her sister.
♦ No recollection of her early years, other than great bitterness toward her biological family as she was raised by a Dark Shaman, Madhukar.
♦ Crafts potions, casts curses and is able to resurrect the dead and craft living beings from harvested body parts. Takes occasional harvesting trips among Cimmerian. Feared.
♦ Selfish, more often than not her actions are always beneficial for her. Calculative to a point.
♦ Kills brutally, never an instant death with her. Takes her time to torture and break her victims mentally before taking their life. Sadistic. Violent by nature.
♦ Flirtatious and lustful, yet makes sure not to get pregnant by accident from flings. Not the most motherly of ladies out there.
♦ Enjoys a little torture herself, loves when others try to dominate her. It's a game to her.

♦ Elegant frame, slender and feminine.
♦ horned female, sharp ends.
♦ Bioluminescent, lightest markings shimmer in the dark. Able to control it.
♦ A thick purple fog surrounds her when her magic is in use, eyes shimmer bright. Thicker the fog, stronger her magic is.
♦ Wears jewelry, loves them. Crow in a way.
♦ Prone to sunburns as her skin is not used to sunlight.

Parents Unaware of due to early abandonment in her youth. Source of bitterness and loathe.

Vasanti Ksajare Twin sister by blood, disowned in a sense due to jealousy and abandonment issues, thinks she is full of herself and not worthy of her time. Her current target as views her betraying Cimmerian by letting an outsider sire.

Malakai & Leova Ksajare Nephew and Niece via Vasanti. Does not recognize the bond, unlikely to ever accept them as family. Indifferent towards, might attack on sight just to mess with their little heads.

Daenara Protege. Her little experiment. Growing rather protective and fond of.

'Starkiller' What even are you two. A fling, lover thing? Yet not committed to, aware of his multiple mistresses but doesnt find it in her to be jealous as long as he finds time to pamper her, too.

Seen/noted Mikill, Maenova, Ulfrun, Noah, Leto, Ashira, Ragnara, Neath..

The power within her is strong and powerful, she is fully in control of her magic and mistakes are very unlikely to happen. Fluent in a language that reminds the old latin, all of the spells and crafting involves spoken/mumbled phrases of said language, Cimran.

Her magic isn't always subtle. As she uses her magic a cloud of smoke begins to rise from the ground. The thickness and height of the smoke cloud depends on the force used in the spell. Strongest ones provide the largest smoke clouds. From time to time the smoke cloud can become toxic to other to inhale, creating a protective shield for her.

Healing potions All the ingredients used are found scattered among the land of Cimmerian, some easier to obtain some near to impossible to obtain. The process of making a healing potion is tedious as the ingredients need to be simmered for quite a while, stirred and kept to a precise temperature. Valuable potion, something she doesn't give out to other easily just to keep her own ass covered in case she gets wounded herself.

Healing spells A powerful spell fueled by the shamaness' own strength. The stronger she is the moment she uses it, the better the results are for the one she is healing. Healing someone always drains her own strength and cannot be used too often or too much. Unable to use one to herself. Not often used.

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