Tera, an elven woman with auburn hair, green eyes, and a very kind heart....

   She lived a life any elf would be proud of. Serving as a scout for Deepingdale's capital city Highmoon. Tera lead a small group of elven and half elven archers that called themselves the Rain Callers, who all but her sadly perished along side many other brave and innocent souls the day the black dragon Zarlandris went on a rampage through Highmoon.

   Her arrows useless and feeling lost in all the death and devastation she shouldered her bow and did the only thing that seemed to make sense to her, she started searching the rubble of fallen buildings for anyone that might still be alive and helping them get to safety while the battle against the dragon continued to rage through the town.

   Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Out of the corner of her eye she first noticed the dwarf. Fighting with a furious vengeance his battle cries, the roaring and shouting of his battle cries and crashing echoed in her ears then she heard it... The final roar of pain. Spinning to look towards Highmoon's Tower of the Rising Moon she saw the black beast fall to it's violent death. The town was now silent as Tera rushed to the tower, when she got there she didn't find people cheering or celebrating but men and women who had been though a living hell and had survived.

   Walking through the carnage, she finds the dwarf once more, barely grasping at a tiny thread of life. Having already lost everyone she had any feelings or love for Tera found her self attached to this dwarf who was willing to give his life for a town that was clearly not his. She spent weeks upon weeks nursing him back from deaths door rarely leaving his side. As his strength returned they got to know each other spending many nights trading stories untill sunrise.

   Tera found her self falling for this dwarf fearing the day she had to say goodbye as he walked away, she thought that day had arrived the day she found him sitting on the edge of the bed in his armor, falling to her knees in tears she started crying begging him not to leave only to find his strong hands placed on her shoulders and her sobbing interrupted by a soft chuckle and words spoken in his harsh dwarven accent that she will never forget, “I'm not leaving you, I love you...”.