Leisha of Breland
(formerly Captain Leisha Skyvalley, Brelish Army)
I should have the backstory for my character worked out in a couple of hours. ^^;
My early life doesn't matter much, or at least not to me. It was another life, and everything that happened in that life feels... distant, dreamlike. I don't really have many clear memories of those days. I was born and raised in Starilaskur, and life at home was... not perfect, but much better than it could have been, now that I think back on it. I remember that dad fought in the Last War in his early days, and that he'd taken a bad enough wound that they'd had to remove his leg and send him home to recover, away from all the fighting. Needless to say, he hated the War, and was often very vocal in his insistence that no daughter of his was ever going to go off and join the army.
When I ran away from home at 16, naturally my first move was to enlist.
Military life was pretty simple. First I went through the same basic training as everybody else, where the drill sergeants managed to knock some discipline into me, then I settled into the life of a soldier. It was boring, for the most part, follow orders, maintain readiness, go where they told you to go and do what they told you to do... And then there were those brief, exciting, frightening, action-packed days where the actual fighting and dying happened. I don't really remember many of the individual engagements, they tend to all bleed together over time, but I do remember that my military career lasted for 8 years, and that I was good enough at being a soldier to earn a promotion or two over that career.
The Day of Mourning is also a bit jumbled in my memories, but that's for a different reason. I can quite clearly remember that the final battle in the Last War was a free-for-all, forces from Thrane and Cyre and Darguun, and of course the Brelish units I fought alongside, all converging together onto the same battlefield in a four-way battle for control of the area. Then came a bright flash of light some ways off, and everyone paused for a few seconds as a massive grey cloud rose in the distance. The fighting soon resumed, however, even as the sounds of battle were gradually drowned out by a keening, wailing sound that got louder and louder as the cloud got closer and closer.
The last thing I can remember is the mists washing over us, the ground shaking as the earth tore itself apart right in front of me, men and women and warforged falling to their deaths as a massive cliff rose up, and then pain and darkness... and then nothing.
Things get fuzzy again, after that. I know from checking calendars that it took six months before I walked out of the Mournlands again, but it was impossible for me to track the passage of time while I was in there. I don't know how long it took before my spirit rose, or how much time I wasted just sitting around, haunting that abandoned battlefield. I... I thought I was in Dolurrh, at first, that I'd managed to evade the Keeper's grasp, and that all that was left was for me to wait around and see if I'd succumb to apathy, or if maybe someone would bring me back, somehow.
I don't know how long I spent walking after the boredom got to me, either, but eventually the mist sort of solidified into a wall up ahead of me, and when I pushed through that, I recognized the Brelish countryside. I eavesdropped on a few conversations, managed to figure out what had actually happened to me, what I had become, but after that...
Well, would you know what to do or where to go if you were in my situation? Friends and family were out, I'm a dead woman and I have no intention of ever troubling them with the knowledge that I've become undead on top of that, and as for making new friends, that's not easy when most people out there view you as little more than a dangerous monster. Still, they say all roads lead to Sharn, and that's eventually where I ended up, too, haunting the Cogs until I managed to beg, borrow, or steal the magic items I needed to pass as one of the living.
As for why I joined up with Derram and his merry little band of misfits aboard the Blaze? Well, let's just say we have similar goals. As with all ghosts, I'm sick and tired of running around half-awake in this world, and I want to move on to my final resting place in the next. And in order to do that I need to take care of a little unfinished business, here in the land of the living. Working with Derram is probably my best shot at that.