My earliest memories take place in the great city of Nineveh where as a child, my father sold me into the service of an old woman who was reputed to be a sorceress. I was tasked to menial labor around her house for a bowl of lentils each day and a straw mat in front of the door as an alarm. As the years passed as a child I knew only of not to anger her, but as I grew into a young woman my curiosity got the better of me and I started to become curious of the arts she practiced. Her knowledge of potions and mystic incantations captured my subtle eye. While her eye was on me, I would be the diminutive slave girl, stupid and simple. With her back turned, I would read her books and study the dark arts in secret. I played this game with her until I read the spell in her black book, “The Fog of knowledge”. A spell meant to steal the knowledge and understanding of another. When the opportunity presented its self I cast a sleep spell upon her and then the dark incantation to take her knowledge for my own.
As the purple and blue mist surrounded us, I felt all the understanding of the ages enter into me like a furious sandstorm. At the peak of the fury, the old woman passed from this realm in agony. Not only did I take her life by my actions, I now also possessed her dark knowledge of the ages. But something happened to my soul as well. A dark entity clutched my soul in its ravens grip, a spirit haunted me in my dreams, as if the old woman was looming just above and behind me at all times. I quickly took and sold all of value the old woman possessed, with the exception of the Necromonicon, and left Nineveh.
I traveled to many villages, large and small. I learned how to use the spells to entertain for a few silver pieces or to enchant others to do a seemingly simple tasks for my benefit and profit, but I was like a child with a very sharp sword. Using it in simplicity and with no skill or art. When wandering the villages along the Tigris, a sandstorm caught me by surprise and I was cast out into the deep desert with only the camel hauling my few items. As the days and the sand dunes would reveal themselves one after another endlessly on the horizon, I caught the glint of something in the far distance. A city built on a hill. With no water or food remaining, I rushed towards it not knowing what lay in store for me on my arrival. I soon found myself thrust from the desert into the city of Ireem. I have since found shelter with the Magi of Ireem. As I wander the opulent cities streets and alleys in search of my destiny, I feel both comforted and unnerved as a dark spirit walks in my foot steps.