Reeza#

Kreiert von Tatiana

Reeza grew up in the forests outside Waterdeep, living quietly among her Wood Elf kin. When she was young her draconic magic manifested unexpectedly — fire bursting from her hands during a moment of panic — and she was quietly asked to leave her community, who feared what she might become. She drifted into Waterdeep alone, and the city was not kind to her. The North Ward chewed her up quickly — she stole to eat, lied to survive, and learned fast that trusting the wrong people costs you more than gold. The scar on her left hand is a reminder of that. She was seventeen, hungry, and not yet fast enough — a city guard caught her mid-lift and drew his blade as she bolted. She got away. Barely. The cut wasn’t deep but it healed ugly, and on cold nights she still feels it. That’s how she found the Stack — or rather, how they found her. Odiosis doesn’t recruit the clean and noble. He recruits the useful and desperate, and Reeza was both. A young elf who could conjure fire and had nothing left to lose was exactly what he was looking for. She’s done things she’s not proud of since joining. Broken into homes. Roughed up people who probably didn’t deserve it. Looked the other way when her colleagues went further than she would have. She tells herself it’s for the greater good — The Stack fights the Zhentarim, protects the weak, keeps the real monsters in check. Most days she even believes it. What keeps her grounded is the tavern on the ground floor of the Trollskull-Manor. After a long job she’ll drop into her usual corner seat, order a dark bitter ale, and just sit for a while. No magic. No missions. Just the noise of the crowd and the smell of cheap beer. It’s the closest thing to a home she’s had since the forest.