Kaia Vinterdahl
Kaia Vinterdahl
Kaia is a slim, blonde, young woman with large hazel eyes and of modest clothes. Her mind is sharp and manners collected. She has real power but lacks the conviction to wield it effectively - at least for now.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Slim build.
Facial Features
Large eyes, a bit too separated.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
A brief timeline of Kaia's life:
4184 - Kaia is Born;
4189 - Kaia is recognized as a citizen of Ades. Both of her parents die during the Second Storm;
4198 - Alex and Kaia get romantically involved. Kaia and a friend are attacked by Normars in the outskirts of Brille. The girl is chased through the forest and gives them the slip. She sees the Pattern for the first time, and starts her path as a witch;
4199 - Alex and Kaia break up
4201 - Campaign starts
Social
Contacts & Relations
Familiar:
Ingram - Goshawk (tiny)
Allies
Patrick - Owner of the Brazen Steed. Chef. Taught Kaia how to cook fancy;
Gwendolyn Duststone, the Kind Neighbor - woman that mainly took care of Kaia after her parents died;
The Mysterious Friend - man that taught Kaia the secrets of Nature and Healing. Kaia got much of her "joi de vivre" from him;
Dead Parents:
Greger Vinterdahl
Malin Vinterdahl
Family Ties
The daughter of a lumberjack and a retired huntress.
Kaia is a seventeen years old blond witch that lives in the town of Brille. She loves cooking, teaching and dancing.
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Alignment
Neutral Good
Age
17 years old
Date of Birth
16th of Blossom Spring
Birthplace
Brille, Duchy of Ades, Aldean
Children
Current Residence
Vinterdahl Home, Brille
Gender
Female
Eyes
Large hazel-colored
Hair
Blonde
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair
Height
1,69m
Weight
55kg
Blood in the Woods
8th of Fall Spring, 4201
8th of Fall Spring, 4201
Ingram was right. Yesterday was interesting.
Patrick organized a dinner party in the Brazen Steed, and yesterday the guests of honor were younger than usual. He invited Dorian (his nephew), Lise (a local priestess of Awnia) and I to attend – which felt like a dream. Theses dinner parties Patrick throws are filled with some of the best delicacies on the Highlands, and they are never the same (I work there, so I would know). That alone would make the night incredibly special, but Patrick had another surprise for us: he also invited Lance, Rilan and Alex. Now, I know those names are probably meaningless to you, but they do mean something here in Brille, and they all have something in common: they all have left.
Lance was the son of a couple of blacksmiths, and he decided against perpetuating the family business. He left Brille to join the army and forge a path of his own. Rilan was an orphaned boy I had met in the orphanage (miss Petrov could not always keep an eye on me, and so left me in the care of the nice nuns on occasion). He was a small boy for his age and real shy. A few weeks before I seen the Pattern, he followed some strangers out of town and disappeared for three years (aka until now). And there is also Alex. We had a fling a few years back. She was older, she was odd, and she was cool. She had some different notions on how things should be, and she was also fearless (a combination that kept her in as much trouble as she would keep other kids out of). We dated for almost a year, but things did not work out well. She left when Lance did, also do join the army and get her full citizenship. I am glad for her: it seemed important to her. I cried a lot those days – I guess I missed her.
And then, all three of them were back on Brille. And were going to attend dinner. I was so excited to meet them all again – and I was not disappointed. Seeing them soothed wounds in my spirit I did not know they were there. For a moment, everything was right. But then, of course, it was not.
Lady Matilda Blackwood came to the Steed, and she had ill tidings. You see, in the spirit of community, lady Blackwood kept a few of trusted employees mingling with the foreigners – the people coming to Brille due to the Aurinian ruins found close by – and those emp0loyees heard that some thugs had been hired to abduct the students of Daniel – an architect with great knowledge of Aurin. She came to Patrick for assistance, and Patrick asked for our help – which prompted all of us to say yes.
The next hours were hard. Those thugs murdered Daniel – that apparently had not died without a fight – and took the students into the Glooming Woods, not ten minutes before we arrived (I had sent Ingram ahead of us to keep an eye on Daniel’s house and he told us). We gave chase and, an hour later, we found them by an old tree doing some for of ritual. They killed one of the students – Isolde – before any of us could do anything, and her blood spattered on scrolls hanging from the tree, forming writings of sorts. One of the men took the scrolls and sent them away through carrying pigeons. We fought the thugs to protect the other four students, and we won. But you see – all the men we fought had this weird rune etched into their foreheads, and that rune did… things. Gave them magical powers, killed the ones we managed to subdue and even brought some of them back as undead! I really must look those things up.
We returned to the Steed, where we told Patrick and lady Blackwood what had transpired. They were grateful for our help (lady Blackwood even gave us gold for it). Then, we were left with three clues: the mysterious rune etched in the forehead of the thugs, the direction the pigeons went to carry the scrolls, and a tablet that Daniel was trying to reach before he died. I am going to work and try to figure out what is special about the tablet. I hope it can help us figure out what those people were willing to murder the students for. I was surprised how much Isolde’s death had affected me. It felt like it opened wounds in my spirit I did not know I could have. I knew I cared about the people of Brille – I just did not know how much.
All in all, it was an interesting day. Just like Ingram had told me it would be.
The Witch's Gauntlet
7th of Fall Spring, 4201
7th of Fall Spring, 4201
My name is Kaia Winterdahl of Brille, and this is my journal.
I have been meaning to start one for a while now, but something always gets in the way. Well, no more: if I keep waiting, soon Ill be seventy and there will be no more memories left to write about, and that would be a tragedy. I know a bit about tragedies, so I know one when I see one – even if I am not sure at what I am looking at. My family and I were victims of a tragedy – a real one if I can say so.
It arrived with a storm, twelve years ago. It was the last night of fall, and Brille, as usual, was ready for the winter. I remember the smell of chocolate as missus Elin cakes were served in the town hall, and that people were worried something was going to happen with the Helgerson’s livestock. The person who was supposed to have secured them did not for some reason, and the weather was about to turn. Lots of people’s livelihood depended on those animals, so if they got hurt, lots of people could be in trouble. That did not sit well with my parents. They were regular folk, but regular folk takes care of other folk around these parts. They got a few people together and headed out to the Helgerson’s barn. Few minutes later, a terrible storm hit Brille – we did not know at the time, but it was the Second Nether Storm that just hit us – and all the folk in the townhall could do nothing or go nowhere but stay there and weather the storm. In the morning, people went out and saw the damages done. Few folks were still missing – between then, my parents. They were found later that day, under the wreckage of the bridge that led to the Helgerson’s land. Apparently, a bolt of lightning hit the bridge as they were passing it. They told me that from that height, it was probably quick. I was also told that they had managed to secure the livestock, and that a lot of people owed them a whole lot. None of those things made me feel any better.
The next months were a rough blur, but they would have been rougher the townsfolk had not taken me in and cared for me as their own – specially missus Elin. The help she has given me I will never be able to repay. I know that because I have tried, but she would have none of it. She just wants me to be happy, it seems. Since she will not let me pay it back to her, I try to pay it forward as much as I can to the people of Brille. And, so far, I have not found a better day to spend my days than helping the townsfolk as much as I can.
I have been seventeen for five whole months now – almost six – and the last four have been the weirdest I can remember. Not because of my age, no – because of the ruins of Aurin they have found out about two days from here, and how fast foreigners have been arriving in town to try and check that out. It feels even weirder than the days right after I saw the Pattern and, believe me, those were some weird days. I guess I will write that story some other time though. Ingram – my familiar – tells me I should hurry and get ready because the day will be an interesting one. I guess I forgot to mention that at the beginning, but I think maybe it is time to write it down and say it out loud:
I am Kaia Winterdahl of Brille, and I am a witch. And I am damned proud of it.
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