<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f1/9f/b7/f19fb7e9ec99d451139b432991c574cb.jpg)</div>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1477469 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1477469)<br/><br/><br/>Lyara Nailo, like so many of her kind spent much of her childhood learning the basics of magic.  She had proved at an early age to have a knack for wizardry and in the span of just a few years had reached the point where she was to decide upon a style to focus on so she could further her training.  Many of her classmates chose to limit themselves by picking just one school of magic to put their trust in, but not Lyara.  She would not be so easily satisfied.  She had ambitions of becoming a bladesinger.<br/><br/>Few students have any interest in following such a dangerous path, so the academy doesn't even have a dedicated teacher for such a field.  Instead the headmaster sent her with a note of introduction and was told to go to a small village and seek out a man named Soveliss Galanodel.  He was a spelldancer who had recently retired from adventuring and wandered home to settle down in the village he was born in to live out the rest of his days in peace and help the people however he could.  If she was lucky he would accept her as a pupil and teach her.<br/><br/>The village was fairly nearby and not difficult to find.  What was difficult was convincing Soveliss to train her.  He would not accept the word of anyone else and would only accept to teach her once she had proven herself to him.  She would however be allowed to stay in his home while he made up his mind.<br/><br/>For over a year she lived in the village, slowly learning the ways of the humans.  She helped the adults with what she could and entertained the children with minor displays of magic all the while taking what free time she had to scour the books made available to her in Soveliss's home.  Finally one day she came home particularly late in the day, completely spent and was greeted by finding a letter addressed to her stuck to the outside of the front door.  Inside she found a note and some strange clawed digit on a leather cord.  The note contained only five words.  "How many can you help?"  Confused, she opened the door and was thrown a sheathed scimitar and a belt by the older elf and was told to follow.<br/><br/>Lyara followed the man to a clearing in the nearby woods and was told that he had accepted to teach her only if she always kept in mind the question in the note.  It was the true purpose of those who learn the ways of "The Song" to help those in need.  He reached into his robe and pulled out another similar clawed finger.  "I will teach you the 'Dragon's Song.'  Much like the creature who inspired it your movements shall be graceful and beautiful, yet precise and deadly."  He explained.<br/><br/>For ten long years Lyara has trained with Master Soveliss.  She understands the forms, and the theory but cannot quite understand just how to apply it in actual combat.  Perhaps only time and experience will allow her to fully understand what she has thus far failed to grasp.