Thoclya, Dischord Habgringer

Her mortal life is shrouded from all knowledge other than her own. No hints will she give her mortal followers other than she could best have been described as an elven maiden. Yes but I am here to give you more than this, read further and you shall learn a few truths she has allowed me and you, the lucky owners of this tome a chance to hear. She was once a wondrous elven maiden, of obvious noble birth. She was given the best there was to offer in life, but she never had what she truly wished. Knowledge was her passion, and in this she committed herself. Tutors were hired to anwser her neverending questions about life and its mysteries. One day she came across a question she could not answer, an enigma that no living being could ever know the question to. What separated an immortal from their lesser mortal counterparts. Hours she spent pondering the question with no anwser, no real way of ever knowing the true diffrence. Her tutors were soon sent away, and all life around her stoped in her search. Sleep would not come to her on that fretful night, pacing slowly back and forth across her bedroom floor. The answer finally came to her. She kneeled on an altar in her bedroom; following no god she used it only to heighten her perception. Potential, this was the finishing piece to the puzzle, but how could she achieve this. Her mortal body could not handle the changes, the only true solution was rebirth. The next few steps in her process are unexplainable to the likes of mortals, only the gods know, for it to happened to them.

She is Thoclya, Harbringer of Dischord

Race: Duergar