Vadanya's story

I always found incredibly intriguing the events that trigger the Big Cataclysm, the one that swallow
so many inlands around two centuries ago. How? Where was the epicenter of such a disaster? Who
was its responsible? I'm curious to reveal the truth beind the veil of everyday myths that populate
tales along the tribes and Monolith denizens alike.
The truth is hidden not just within the few books, texts and scrolls saved within the Arcane Tower
but also within the hidden, forgotten ruins along the marshes far from civilization.

I believe I'm lucky because my elf side accentuates my wanderlust and curiosity for nature, and that
helps me in my quest and research. Because no many people dares to leave Monolith, I trade any
kind of information or objects I could find for other kind of goods I fancy, need or fulfil my
research, mostly with the Arcane Tower, although sometimes it's more profitable to trade them in
“The Five Rats”, a tavern and front house of 'The Mummers' (The Thieves' Guild) because having
more than one source of contacts and information is always useful.

As I said, been a half-breed of human and wild elf, reports me a grim face from members of my elf
side, mostly because they see me as “impure”. This is not because I did anything wrong to them –
which I didn't – but because they see me as a non pure elf like them, I don't hate them, it's another
mindset and I would like to visit them back one day, proving that I can be as good as any of them.
When I was able to manage myself, I was encouraged to find my way, my path, and to fulfil the
research I wanted to do, mostly soaked through days and nights listening tribal legends, I move
from The Direfen to Monolith taking passage in a merchant ship, where I learnt my trading skills,
which I refined into my research and relic gathering in the wilderness, also what is a city but
another type of wildeness where beauty and danger can be found anywhere and at any unsuspected
time?
The old burrows, forgotten crypts and desolated areas are dangerous indeed, bu there are less of my
kind around to ransack and learn from a past covered in dust and recorded in any type of valuable
relics and treasures. I love misteries, even more if knowledge is involved in.

One night, whilst having a drink at “The Five Rats”, a bulky and impressive female Goliath came
through its door. I couldn´t but stare at her, tall, huge and lost as I never saw anyone else before. I
was curious because she wasn't the type of regular denizen within Monolith, and her outfit
screamed that she wasn't local at all. I approached her and after a few drinks we started to talk,
finding that we had some bits in common so, with time we became friends. Her name is Nux.

When our pouches started to feel lighter, we used to enrol in missions and tasks to refill them and,
in one f them, we were hired as mercenaries for the Black Brand Company. That mission didn't go
as smooth as we expected and in our way back we were ambushed for a band of gnolls. They were
more in number that we could hold and they started to slaughter the membrs of our group. Both
Nux and myself were lucky enough because by the time we saw our destinies paired with those of
the other members of the company, a Monolith patrol passing by decimated gnoll numbers and
these last ones flee when they saw that nohing but death was their destiny if they remained against
the armored patrol.
The soldiers helped us to arrive to Monolith, were we recovered from our wounds. We remember
that chapter in our lives but barely we speak about it with anyone around, focusing into new
profitable whispers of any sort and looking for new missions to take within the tavern board.