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- Nadia Nightgold + (Wherever anyone has something nice, there … Wherever anyone has something nice, there exists someone trying to take it away from them by any means possible. And so was Nadia raised, in the harsh and unforgiving beauty of the northern mountains, where rivers of blood were spilled over veins of gold. A warrior at heart, Nadia followed her older brother, the future Duke of Stonedeep, through his training, pushing herself to fight harder, faster, longer than the others. There in the mountains, being a girl counted for or against little, and being a member of the fairer sex was by no means an excuse to slack off. Outside of training however, Nadia was quite enamored with the finer things in life, and spent much of her free time negotiating with traders for fine wines, silks, and other trinkets from the southern cities, surrounding herself with the opulence of far off lands that in her mind were better than the cold and harsh world of icy cliffs and suffocating snow. Rebuking the advances of Northern noblemen, Nadia dreamed of one day being swept off her feet by a dashing figure in silks and diamonds with promises of beauty and wealth beyond the cold gold that is her family's namesake. The Duke of Nightgold was an ardent storyteller and cold likely be blamed for Nadia's fancies, what with him being a true romantic that instilled in his children a love of beauty, be it finely crafted jewelry, balls that filled Stonedeeps halls with dance and music until the early hours of the morning, or simply a bright, cloudless winter day. It was on one of these clear mornings that the Duke left the hold on one of his famously wandering walks, never to return. After some days of growing unrest, a search party was sent after him, led by Nadia's older brother, Dustin. The days turned to weeks, and eventually a runner was sent back to Stonedeep with the news that the search party had come upon a trail and would be following it for signs of the missing Duke. Weeks turned to months, and it was on another cold, cloudless morning that Nadia woke to Stonedeep in an uproar - a bloody satchel of severed hands had been delivered, the bloated, frostbitten digits adorned with the rosegold rings of house Nightgold, though none bore the ducal symbol. Thrust abruptly into rulership of Stonedeep, Nadia's first act was to send men after those who delivered the unwelcome gift, and they returned to a man, saying that they'd found a band of Abandoned not far off and dispatched them with haste, but the bodies of those lost were not to be found, nor was the Duke. Facing her responsibilities to Stonedeep, Nadia tucked away her dreams of abandoning her home for softer pastures, determined to bring beauty to it instead - and perhaps one day find her father as well, despite everyone else having abandoned him for dead.eryone else having abandoned him for dead.)
