An Introduction to Mahid
A tan, sarcastic Sidimegar sniper-for-hire.
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A woman from Sidimegar with a tendency towards sarcasm. Originally a bright-eyed adventurer, she ran away from home to escape the coddling of her father, and was quickly mugged by two men when she traveled too far into the desert.
And when she awoke, she expressed strange symptoms. Her hands were losing color, and growing cold. Strange wisps occasionally escaped from her body. Her breathing was slightly labored, as if someone kept a loose grip on her lungs. Her investigations were denied fruit – temples and arcane schools alike could not reach the root of the problem.
Her mercenary work is now less about leading an exciting life – it instead descends ever slowly, deeper still, into desperation to find a cure.