Name: Lilla
Race: Barbarian
Class: Shaman
Sex: Female
Height : 6' 4"
Weight: Secret
Eye color: Frost Green
Hair color: Snowfire Blonde
Favorite Colour: Frosty Peach
Favorite Food: Special Brownies

Lilla's Story

Special Characteristics

Claw marks from a Snow Lion, on upper left thigh Tattoo of a Snow Lion on the back of her neck

History

Lilla’s childhood was very happy, growing up in a warm loving family. She was a special child, her mother Almath was chief Medicine woman of her Clan, and very respected. Her father was the Great Shaman. But he was not the father she grew up with. Soon after becoming a chosen (selected to bear the Great Shaman’s child, a Clan tradition and Honor), she conceived then returned to her own Clan to chose a husband to take care of her and the special child. His name was Murtagh, he loved and cared for Lilla and her mother, keeping them safe and provided for.

When Lilla was born, her mother made her a small pouch. A Clan tradition, to be worn from a cord around her neck. The leather had been dyed a deep brownish red, with fine powdered red ochre mixed into the bear fat that had been used to cure the bearskin it was made from. Inside this pouch she placed a tiny relic, the holiest relic Almath possessed. She placed the pouch around Lilla’s neck, a Shaman child of the Six hammers.

Lilla loved foraging for plants and herbs, and was a quick learner. Her mother took her out often, teaching her the magical healing ways of a Medicine woman. Lilla learned how to make her own medicine pouches, and how to dry and preserve the exotic plants and flowers that grew around Everfrost.

It was during one of these outings, around her 10h summer, that Lilla always eager to find what lay just beyond the next hill became separated from the others. She was following a trail of pretty wildflowers, smiling as always, and lost in her own thoughts when she heard the roar.

She dropped her basket, her heart almost stopped when she saw the great white beast looking her direction. Looking around quickly she tried to find a place to run, but knew running would be hopeless against such a quick animal. Spotting a small crevice in the rocks near her, she climbed inside, tucking herself in as best she could.

The snow lion roared loudly, Lilla trembled at the sound and stared in hypnotized horror as the great cat snaked his paw, with sharp curved claws outstretched, into the small hole. Unable to get away, she watched the claw come at her and shrieked in pain as it sank into her left thigh, raking it with four deep parallel gashes. She had nowhere to go, and no weapon, her mind was spinning, she was fighting the panic that was starting to overcome her, when suddenly the cat backed away and left. She waited a couple of more hours, not sure that the cat was really gone. It was the warm welcoming sound of her family calling her name, searching for her that drew her out of hiding.

Home with her family, sitting around the warmth of the clan fire, Lilla told what had happened with the Lion and its sudden disappearance. Almath, who had been applying a soothing salve to the claw wounds paused. She looked at her daughter and explained the meaning of the attack. “The Snow Lion marked you,” she explained. “He is your totem animal. You were marked as a baby with his symbol, the tattoo that you have on the back of your neck. Now he has come to mark you himself. Be proud of the scars, and remember their meaning.”

That was many summers ago, Lilla was now a grown woman, and had proven herself a great Medicine woman. She would one day be the Shaman for her Clan, but until then she still had a lot to learn, and a quest to follow. She gently touched the scar on her thigh as she remembered her mother’s words.

Putting on her tunic and belt, she carefully arranged her medicine pouches. Some small, some large, each with its own special purpose. In one pouch she carried fresh brownies. A special recipe her mother had taught her.

It was the time of the gathering, when the clans all met to exchange greetings, and renew old ties. The gathering only happened once every seven years, and was a great cause for celebrating. Lilla was eagerly looking forward to this gathering. As a full Medicine woman now, she would be invited to join in the rituals and experience the new magics.

The journey took a couple of days, but Lilla and her clan made it easily. They were greeted by family and friends from other clans, and quickly made themselves at home as they set up camp. Several days passed, there were fighting competitions, as well as magical rituals. The sights and sounds filled Lilla with excitement, she loved new discoveries, and there were many to be found here. And tonight was going to be very special; she would experience her first vision quest.

The evening stars were bright, as Lilla and the other medicine women carried their small wooden bowls to the great Shaman, who filled each with a liquid mixture made from the rarest herbs in Everfrost. (Males had their own vision quest ceremonies separate from that of the women)

Lilla took her place by the fire with the other women, and carefully held the bowl with its precious liquid to her lips, and drank deeply. She soon felt a strange sense of distance, as though part of her was detached and watching from some other place. She felt a tickling sensation inside her brain, inside her mind. She sensed emotions alien to her, emotions not her own. With a shock, she realized someone was inside her head. In her mind she felt his thoughts, with her emotions, his feelings. But who was he, and what was he doing in her head? Her head was spinning with questions, she could not see a face, but yet she could feel his presence. Then suddenly an image came to her, that of a Snow Lion. Her heart pounded, her head spinning she felt the old fear come back, but then almost as suddenly it vanished as the Lion seemed to speak to her. Not in words but in a way that was deeper. Were the strange emotions and thoughts she was experiencing that of the lion? She asked herself, but no, it was not the lion it was someone else, but the connection was there none the less. (she did not realize at this time that it was her half brother that she had connected with) Gracefully the Lion turned to walk away. In the distance she saw a large Scarab, and the lion spoke to her, “seek out the one who can fulfill your quest, and the path that lays before you. Seek out Scarab, and follow their ways.”

The clan gathering was over; everyone was packed and heading back to his or her clan homes. Lilla could not shake the image of the Snow Lion she saw in her vision quest. She knew that it was important that she obey the lions message, but where to begin? Packing her small belongings, she kissed her family goodbye, and set out to follow the path, to find the Scarab the Lion told her about.

After many days of travel, and many adventures, she finally found herself in a strange land, in the city of Freeport. She heard stories of a great guild called Scarab, and she knew deep inside, this was where she was meant to be, this is where her totem had lead her. Eagerly she sought out Lord and Lady, and found her new home in Scarab.

Hail Scarab!!