Y'jaed Sahfen

For love, for family, for peace.

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Adventurer No More

Once, she was a conjurer of ill repute. Angry, bitter, and spiteful aren't words that often describe her anymore, but there are signs that suggest this is who she once was. Her attitude reflects these flaws, the resting face of an unimpressed woman and the rarity of her smile. She regards strangers with suspicion and sees the worst of them, and yet to win her over is such a simple matter.The Calamity wasn't kind to her. Azeyma's shields disbanded, her tribe was wounded, and she found her only security in hunting bounties for the Stillglade Fane. She abandoned this duty in the wake of her son being born, mellowed into a fierce friend, as prickly as any cactus. Her capacity for a social life depend heavily by her mood, but more often than not, she's completely annoyed by every single living soul.

A fallen sky took its terrible toll.

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Home At Last

Her son, Y'qaa, became her pride and joy. To her, there remains to be seen anything more important. Her rare smiles come about mostly for him, the thing that saved her from a life of resentment. The tribe she left behind became his second family, rekindling her attachment to their community. Through him, she found passion and kindness again, reflected on her just as the moon steals the sun's light.The end of her bounty hunting began a new adventure. Without her sword, without her cane, she left home and found a place in the Far East. The evidence of maternity left more scars than her adventuring life ever did, and the final mark of her love for this family is a tattoo tribute to Menphina. The moon in changing phases, from the back of her neck to the start of her tail, runs along her spine, and on her left wrist, pawprints from her dogs.

There is no love greater than this.

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A Creative Calling

The passion she discovered fueled her desire to settle in a life stable enough for a child's upbringing. A dream she had long abandoned was given a start in the Far East, launching Y'jaed into the career of an established writer. Each contract was larger than the last, coming with the freedom to work only as she pleases. Her books, set in a bizarre, fantastical world, sold well and far for those who have an eye for dramatic fiction.Her series, The Legends' Cycle, features a paracosm of nations and magicks that border on surrealist fantasy. The pride in her work is apparent, and the eye of an artist is becoming of her for all the mediums of expression she takes joy in now. The titles are, in order, The Scorned Prince, The Holy Fire, The Saints' Tomb, Bonds of a Nation, Blood of the Gods, Sins of the Few, and Tale of the End with three more announced for release.

May my words inspire the next legend.

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Y'jaed Sahfen

For love, for family, for peace.

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Jaguar

For justice, for vengeance, for myself.

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Death Of The Nara

The Nara clan, a Doman family of shinobi residing in a cove hidden from the eyes of the invading Empire, stood a chance of evading their conquerers. To the Garleans, hiding such power was as heinous as treason, a crime punishable only by death. The village would have been safe if not for the true traitors, defectors that sold their clan to the Empire. The Nara clan, and all of its shinobi, were slain over a single night. All the power they held was strewn across the Empire's assets.From a conquered village to the west of Doma Castle came a man with too much ambition and too little wisdom. For his service to the Empire, for slaying his own brethren, he was gifted the soul of a shinobi, a crystal from the destroyed Nara clan. By then, the seeds of doubt had already taken root, and it was the voice inside this soul that woke him to the beauty he helped destroy. Out of horror, he ran far, far west to the other side of the Three Continents.

Run, my daughter, as far as you wish.

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Birth Of The Jaguar

The crystal landed in Thalanan, in the hands of the defector's pupil, a wayward woman with a sadistic streak that started her criminal enterprise from the ground up with all the hallmarks of a cult. At their head, her aspirations eclipsed the doubts of her followers, providing them with shade so desperately sought in the desert. When her reign came to an end, long after the Calamity, she passed the crystal on to someone more deserving.It changed hands, from one person to the next, seeking its destination: a woman in search of a home. The voices of these souls, etched into the crystal, woke at the touch of Y'jaed. All the legacies of these grand stories fell onto her shoulders as she grappled with her own purpose, finding it through the lessons it held. In the shadowy streets of Kugane, a new legend was born that refused to fade into obscurity again.

Fight, my friend, as hard as you are able.

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A City Under Watch

Kugane, being so full of trade and capital, is rife with criminal elements. Their worst see foreigners as tools to be exploited, and the Hingan people as servants to their whims. Slave trade, illegal weapons, extortion, and trafficking are only some of the most obvious in their repertoire, but none of them who willingly partake in the poisoned fruits of such acts do so in the open anymore. Now, even the deepest shadows in the longest alleys have eyes.Jaguar, a masked woman who defends the city from this inexorable corruption, operates in places lower than even these detestable few. Her anonymity remains the bane of the Sekiseigumi, being in violation of their laws herself, but even those who meet both the mask and the woman are oblivious to their connection. Her activities leave no bodies to be buried and no scene wanting for evidence, yet no villain walks through the city without fear of the dark.

Hide, my love, as long as you can.