I’m a forever DM so who knows when/if I’ll ever get it play her, but she’s a elf hexblade warlock standing at 5″10′.
Zvenyedza, once a promising mage of an esteemed elven corps, found her life shaped by war and tragedy. Born into a time of conflict, she was molded for battle but never taught the deeper nuances of magic. Her spellcasting was raw, instinctive, and inefficient, often overshadowed by her peers. When the war ended, her weapons dulled, and her purpose seemed to fade. She sought solace in adventure, meeting a human man who showed her fleeting love and stability. They married, and Zvanyedza bore a son, but her obsession with proving her worth and reclaiming her power drove her away. Her inability to process the human passage of time left her estranged, absent for years, that to her merely felt like wekks. When her husband passed, her son saw her not as a hero but as a destructive force, their relationship fractured by years of misunderstanding and resentment.
It was on the brink of death during one of her reckless ventures that she met her patron, a primordial embodiment of the Endless Battlefield, offering her power to fulfill her longing for greatness. In exchange for a piece of her soul, the patron gifted her a cursed blade, forged from the remnants of wars long past. Now as a warlock masking as a mage, Zvenyedza wanders as a mercenary, aiding others but always seeking to reclaim her name and ignite a rebellion against a system she views as corrupt. Her son, now an Order of Scribes wizard, seeks her not for reunion but for answers, longing to confront the mother he feels abandoned him for power.
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r/DnD I’m a forever DM so who knows when/if I’ll ever get it play her, but she’s a elf hexblade warlock standing at 5″10′. Zvenyedza, once a promising mage of an esteemed elven corps, found her life shaped by war and tragedy. Born into a time of conflict, she was molded for battle but never taught the deeper nuances of magic. Her spellcasting was raw, instinctive, and inefficient, often overshadowed by her peers. When the war ended, her weapons dulled, and her purpose seemed to fade. She sought solace in adventure, meeting a human man who showed her fleeting love and stability. They married, and Zvanyedza bore a son, but her obsession with proving her worth and reclaiming her power drove her away. Her inability to process the human passage of time left her estranged, absent for years, that to her merely felt like wekks. When her husband passed, her son saw her not as a hero but as a destructive force, their relationship fractured by years of misunderstanding and resentment. It was on the brink of death during one of her reckless ventures that she met her patron, a primordial embodiment of the Endless Battlefield, offering her power to fulfill her longing for greatness. In exchange for a piece of her soul, the patron gifted her a cursed blade, forged from the remnants of wars long past. Now as a warlock masking as a mage, Zvenyedza wanders as a mercenary, aiding others but always seeking to reclaim her name and ignite a rebellion against a system she views as corrupt. Her son, now an Order of Scribes wizard, seeks her not for reunion but for answers, longing to confront the mother he feels abandoned him for power. submitted by /u/KyaMicro [link] [comments]
I’m a forever DM so who knows when/if I’ll ever get it play her, but she’s a elf hexblade warlock standing at 5″10′.
Zvenyedza, once a promising mage of an esteemed elven corps, found her life shaped by war and tragedy. Born into a time of conflict, she was molded for battle but never taught the deeper nuances of magic. Her spellcasting was raw, instinctive, and inefficient, often overshadowed by her peers. When the war ended, her weapons dulled, and her purpose seemed to fade. She sought solace in adventure, meeting a human man who showed her fleeting love and stability. They married, and Zvanyedza bore a son, but her obsession with proving her worth and reclaiming her power drove her away. Her inability to process the human passage of time left her estranged, absent for years, that to her merely felt like wekks. When her husband passed, her son saw her not as a hero but as a destructive force, their relationship fractured by years of misunderstanding and resentment.
It was on the brink of death during one of her reckless ventures that she met her patron, a primordial embodiment of the Endless Battlefield, offering her power to fulfill her longing for greatness. In exchange for a piece of her soul, the patron gifted her a cursed blade, forged from the remnants of wars long past. Now as a warlock masking as a mage, Zvenyedza wanders as a mercenary, aiding others but always seeking to reclaim her name and ignite a rebellion against a system she views as corrupt. Her son, now an Order of Scribes wizard, seeks her not for reunion but for answers, longing to confront the mother he feels abandoned him for power.
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