Nohwyr

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Nohwyr was once a young and spirited woman by the name of Minerva Weaver. She was married to a half-orc named Isran Weaver and together they had two children, a son and a daughter: Olyn and Venea. They spent ten years together with their farm. Isran was a dedicated shepard, who cared deeply for his flock. While Minerva worked the loom turning the freshly trimmed wool into thin threads and eventually into a fine fabric. Minerva loved her life on the farm, loved her husband and dedicated herself to her children but life soon became difficult for them all.

Her husband became greatly ill with some kind of disease that kept him bedridden for months, and in that time the Emir tightened his taxation of their farm.  With her husband so ill Minerva worked tirelessly to care for the sheep, her family and try to create and sell as many bolts of cloth she could to pay the rising taxes. Life was hard and becoming harder every day. She was never one to worship the gods but she soon found herself speaking them names and begging for some aid but none came.

The target of the weaver's farm wasn't some trick of fate but a tactical decision on the part of the Emir. The property sat over grounds said to once belong to the ancient temple of a forgotten gods and he longed to search it for the Volguin Ruby. Said to be an ancient artifact of incredible power and value.

Minerva had always showed promise when it came to magic. Even from a young age she was able to light a candle with the flick of her fingers, but life in Kal Altin desert was hard, and it took strength and wits not a flick of a flame to survive the harsh landscape and its people. The strength she had earned, her quick tongue and temper were of no use against the Emir and his soldiers so she tried to turn to other means to stop the Emir from stealing her husband's family land.  She was sure the Emir was poising her husband, but the town healer had no idea on how to cure it. She knew she needed power, more power than the flicker of a flame something stronger so she might cure her husband and send the Emir and his soldiers a message that this was the weavers land and they shall never take it.

So one night while her husband wheezed and shook with a fever that would surely end him. Minerva took a goat from the barn and headed to the top of the cliff that overlooked the property and sacrificed the goat to the god whos name had long been forgotten but whose temple rested somewhere on her husbands land.  To her relief the god replied. To her terror they required only one thing, her life.

"This night you will go to Emir and send his soul to the void. Once that task is done you will cure your husband with one last kiss. When you're children wake they will not recognize you, and they will ask where their mother is and you will tell them Nohwyr.

And you will leave, and never return."

Minerva didn't need them to inform her of the consequences of returning to be with her family.  She could feel it in the energy that passed between them as they spoke. Her husband would grow ill again, and the Emir would switch to drastic measures to take the farm.  As long as she give the rest of her life to this old god her family would live and she could rest peacefully knowing they were protected.  So she did what the god demanded,  each action making feel less and less like the Minerva who had started this all.

Till at last she carefully left her husband in their bedroom hoping that maybe the god would be wrong about what was to come next, but her children woke to the sound of her footsteps as the god predicted and with sleep peppered eyes asked her where their mother was. She replied "Nohwyr" gave them a hug and then left. Never to see them again.

Post-Pact

Since joining in a pact with the void Nohwyr has had visions and dreams of the future and knows the void intends to eventually return. To cloak the world in an eternal darkness. It is not something anyone can stop, it is inevitable. It may happen the next year or in a millenium it doesn't matter when but the night will come.   So the void has made it her task to prepare the world of for the endless night.  She acts as a herald. Reminding the world that the void will come and it is cold and dark and endless. She doesn't mean it as some cruelty but as reminder do not be afraid to speak your mind for you may never get another chance.

Her adventures took her around much of the world. Falling into plots to save kingdoms from war and rescue the princess of the kingdom.

Present Day

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