Tarra

Tarra, the Archivist
The Great Archive of Satra founded 300 years ago exist for one clear purpose - to preserve all the knowledge and history of Greavesoyl. Every scholar dreams of working in this place, but only fraction of them is allowed to, however Tarra's case was complete opposite. Her parents, high archivists wanted her to be archivist too and didn't cared much than she had her own plans. Instead of learning decades of boring Greavesoyl history she wanted to go out for adventures, like heroes from books she read as child. She wanted to discover old places and relics by herself, not read about them in dusty towers of Main Archive. She spend her spare time learning healing magic with a plan to leave New Satra after finishing school and join one of many wandering groups of adventurers which would need healer. Her parents were furious when they discovered that she didn't wanted to waste rest of her life as archivist and after full night quarrel Tarra left home despite her mother's threats.

Just few months later she and her new friends were happily raiding forgotten tombs, abandoned laboratories and lost villages for treasures of past ages. Every adventure teached them than Tarra's old teachers ever could, and with every succesfuly recovered relict they confidence grow to the point they pledged to one day find Moris' Frozen Tomb in Nekaru. Yet they never managed to fulfill this promise.

Their last adventure took place in ancient tomb somewhere in Mountains of Gale, where upon reaching large chamber with skeleton of long extinct reptile all of them expect Tarra died from traps got killed by creatures inhabiting those caverns. Down there hidden in fossilized skull lone healer was sure this is the end. Cornered by spider-like creature she close her eyes and accepted her fate... but then eerie voice told her to dodge left. Monster broke her skull and everything went yellow, when voice told her to dodge again, and this time she listened. Tarra was sure she died, she remembered she died but somehow she was still alive. Voice guided her how to dodge every of monster's attacks and when to strike to kill it.

Being probably older than Greavesoyl itself was trapped down there just like she and when it offered guiding her to surface safely if she takes it with her Tarra accepted. Every mistake she made on their way was erased by whatever hid itself in her head. Every time she died it made this moment to never happen. After many hours of trial and error Tarra reached surface and with all of her friends dead she had no other choice than return home and become archivist like her parents demanded. Now overseeing boring excavation is the closest she can get to true adventure. Depression, scars on hands and her mother's expectations aren't even her worst problems.

The voice which once helped her gets louder and less friendly every day.