Fyrll Noyotl

A former Archmagus of the Knights Abyssal, Fyrll left High Kingdom after forming a kinship with a Wanderbeast she had unknowing laid down with a fortnight before her nameday. When the celebration of her birth was upon the waking of the 11th astral sun of pulvis, her disappearance was thought to be an attempt on her life, when, in reality, her unpublished passions had led her down a dangerous path in which she knew she could not recover. Being a slave to her own lust of expedient gratification there lingered a hallow want that could not be sated with the union of flesh. One invasive curiosity led to another, and soon to more depraved experimentation. When the norman awoke that fated night, no inch of her pale flesh protruded the dense coat of fur she now wore in its stead. Unrecognizable as Fyrlynn Nol Yolvugheist, Fyrll left her old life behind to seek atonement. Her Wanderbeast, sworn to test her convictions has since failed in their every effort to coax the recovering feline into indulging her past sins. In testament, Fyrll used her abilities to travel the known to amass enough funding to attend the magic college. With her talents in Archmaggery and a newfound abyssal kinship, stories of flying pink cats began to circulate throughout the fringes. Because of this, and the possibility of re-capture by agents of High Kingdom, Fyrll never settled in one place for long, maintaining a myriad -albeit short lived- series of odd jobs and part-time adventuring contracts for whomever and whatever she could get her hands on.