Maeria Starfall
"They look down from their marble towers and call it greatness. I look at the dirt beneath our feet and see our freedom."
Name: Maeria Starfall (Pronounced: MAY-REE-UH)
Race: Elf (The Illians)
Role: Artisan, Researcher, & Master Crafter
Capital: Aethel’s Hearth (Lan Larosh)
Closest Alley: Sarajayne Sterling
Affliation: Murder of Crows [mCrow]
Chapter One: The Arrival
Maeria had barely set up her anvil under the shadow of a modest Lan Larosh copse, still adjusting to a quiet life without servants or high-born murmurs. She faced daily struggles trying to carve out her dream in a hostile environment. When she first arrived at the borders of Lan Larosh, the local factions and regional warlords looked at a lone Elf with immense curiosity. Who was this newcomer and what might her intentions be. She suffered a sudden flash of anxiety as she briefly questioned the wisdom of starting over on her own, but she was stubborn enough to prefer starving in a tent over returning to Sansouran. With each passing day she concentrated on achieving her goals, working slowly and methodically, pouring every ounce of energy into building her new life. Each night she fell into bed exhausted, yet satisfied, looking forward to the opportunities that each new dawn might offer.