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Thyanelaha Starflow (Thyana)
A wild elf warrior and escaped slave
Experience Points: 15’605/16’500
Hero Points: 1
Hit Points: 36/43
Subdual Damage: 20
Armor Class: 13
Flat-footed AC: 10
Touch AC: 13
Saving Throws +2 vs. enchantment
Armor Proficiency: Light, Medium, Heavy, Shields
Weapon Proficiency: Martial, Simple
Feats and Talents
Weapon Focus: Rapier
Weapon Focus: Shortsword
Weapon Specialization: Rapier
Two Weapons Fighting
Handle Animal +5
Knowledge (elf) +1
Speak Language (Ishtad)
Languages: Anupam, Faridian
Simple desert garb (a men’s white aba over a loose, long-sleeved man’s shirt, sandals and a man’s pale blue kaffiyeh)
Two Shortswords + 9 to hit, 1d6 + 4
Scimitar + 8 to hit, 1d6+2 damage
+2 Dagger + 10 to hit, 1d4+4 damage
Light brownish skin and long, dark black hair, actually she wears them loose, though she used to tie them in elaborate braids
Thyana was captured in a raid upon her village. Sea elf slavers attacked the simple village on the north-east coast of Anupam. Thyana and her neighbors defended themselves as best they could, but it was hopeless. There were simply too few warriors among the village-folk to fend off the cutthroat slavers. The old, the young, the defiant were executed; the healthy, hale and submissive were taken aboard the sea elf’s fleet of catamaran’s and taken away from the forests they had always called home.
After a perilous sea journey they sighted the dwarven mountains of Eastern Summan and followed them west until the coastline of Farid appeared, like a mirage, out of the setting sun. After weeks at sea they slaves were unloaded onto the docks in Raam, the busiest port city in the world.
The sea elves quickly sold the slaves to Merchant House Summonel, and within hours of making landfall, Thyana and her fellow captives were loaded into the hull of a sandship and transported north, across the desert to the city of Banu.
Once in Banu the wild elves were sold to individual buyers at the slave auctions. Now, months since she has seen her home, Thyana is chained into the hold aboard a slave caravan bound for the city of Yhakkoth.
She has not seen any of her fellow villagers since.
Thyana was brought on board unconscious, stripped of weapons and armor, and tied to the mast.
She had injured a couple of attackers in the village when they had tried to repel the slavers, and now these same men wanted to take their revenge.
While unconscious Thyana had the impression of drowning in icy waters, she awoke suddenly and coughed, before taking large breaths, her heart seemed to burst, the whole body crossed by bursts of pain.
She opened her eyes to find herself in front of three grinning sea elves. The middle one was still holding in his hands the bucket that he had just thrown above her head, the water had soaked her hair still tied and gathered behind the head and her clothes, making evident the curves of her breasts, a fact that was accentuating the fun of the slavers.
The girl tried to pounce on the attackers, but she could not move a step, she was stuck to a ship’s mast by heavy, strong ropes, which tied the legs at the ankles and knees, and her arms stretched high above her head and tied tightly to the wrists and elbows.
Thyana stirred trying not to show her despair while the three sea elves began to take their liberties; a knife approached her throat and the elven girl felt paralyzed by fear, she gulped down dramatically while the blade ran down her chest, tearing the clothes still wet.
The slaver opened the shirt and stood for a few seconds to enjoy the embarrassment of his prisoner while his fellow was fiddling with the laces that closed her pants, until they fell to Thyana’s knees where they stood over the ropes.
Thyana tried to control her own panic, a cry of anger escaped from her bared teeth under her lips. The eyes were filling with tears, but the girl was not going to beg or cry in front of these cowards; the elves suddenly were on her not being able to hold their excitement. The few remaining clothes were shredded off her body, the most intimate parts of Thyana exposed. She finally let go screams of terror as the men began to feel her breasts and groin.
The remaining events are always confused; every time Thyana sees this scene she is not able to remember what happened after the sea elves began to touch her, violently. Only thing she is sure is they beat her to unconscious again and then threw her in a slave hold naked and tied by heavy shackles. She used her loose hair since that awful day to cover her body best she can, but now they are dirty and soaked with droppings from the shared pot in the wagon and the sweat, her own and of others tied around her, and they smell.
Since that day, she found very hard, if not impossible to talk to others, and just waited for the events to unfold, until she also lost the sense of time passed.