Anasha Valebright - The Vision of a Broken Fanatic

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A tanned-skinned woman with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes, her face is soft and freckled, lending her a quietly charming demeanor. Her voice carries the lilting cadence of an Chondathan accent, but it's laced with a bright Southern twang. She stands a little taller than most women, with a semi-athletic build that speaks to a life of active labor rather than leisure.

She carries a distinct scent, a blend of grease, oils, and metal polish, undercut by a curious trace of something floral. It's not unpleasant, just unexpected. Subtle at a distance, it becomes more noticeable up close: a puzzling mixture that lingers, hard to place and harder to forget.

Her personality is a curious blend of playful charm and quiet care. She often speaks with a calm, confident ease, though bursts of enthusiasm or unrestrained joy sometimes break through her composure. When sorrow finds her, it shows, plainly and deeply, casting long shadows over her thoughts and actions. There's a flicker of gnomish whimsy in her mannerisms, a spark of mischief and mirth that surfaces now and then. Were it not for her height, one might mistake her for a gnome in spirit.

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Anasha was born in Silverymoon, but much of her life was shaped in Sambar, the heart of Lantan. Eventually, her path led her to Amn, where she sought to aid those affected by the brutal assault and conquest of the Sythillisian Army. With compassion driving her and a mind honed by Lantanese ingenuity, she offered support to the displaced and wounded, while also refining her craft in the art of artificing. Her goal: to share the technological wonders of Lantan, advancements so profound they might rival magic itself, and use them to help others endure, rebuild, and thrive.

 

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Heresy​

The gods… they are silent… or so we claim. Yet what is this noise I hear? This stirring in the soul, this echo in the void? Is it truly silence, or have we simply gone deaf to the divine?

We have become so reliant on the magic we wield, on rituals and symbols, that we’ve forgotten how to listen, truly listen. Have we mistaken stillness for absence? Am I a heretic for believing the gods still speak to us? Even now? In the quiet, in the pain, in the reaching hands of the lost, they are there. I see no silence, only sorrow. No absence, only unanswered prayers.

It is our greed that cast us down, our pride that deafened us. And still the divine calls, not with thunder, but with tears. They call us back to the light: to order, to peace, to justice, to love. So let us pierce the darkness. Let us shine, and let what we forge be shaped not by power alone, but by purpose, by truth, by holy will.

I hear you.
I see you.
I know you are here.​

Do not call me mad, do not say these voices are lies or fantasies. They are real. I know because I speak, and they answer. The gods have not abandoned us. It is we who abandoned faith for familiarity, wonder for control.

This curse we suffer is not divine silence, but doubt. We sought proof through magic, forgetting that faith is not summoned like a spell. Blessings are not flashes of light or the waving of a hand, they are spoken in love, lived in mercy, held in truth. And still we doubt.

We are broken things in a broken world. The gods ask us only to see this, to set aside the illusion of the self, and return. Return to grace.

I am their vessel. Their hammer. Their shield. Their sword. I bow to no man, only to that which is truly divine.

This is the way forward. I do not walk it in fear, but in certainty. And I will see this twisted game of chaos and order undone, for neither shall win this war. Only love. Only faith.

 

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Sambar​

Anasha’s life in Sambar was anything but ordinary. Among the humans and gnomes of Lantan, she found not just a home, but a purpose. Immersing herself in their culture and language, she dedicated herself to the study of artificing, gradually developing both her skill and a deep reverence for Nebelun, the gnomish aspect of Gond.

She often worked behind the scenes, lending her hands and mind to countless projects throughout Sambar. Though usually an assistant, her contributions were no less essential. She had a hand in the construction of golems, cannons, airship components, and simpler crafts such as pocket watches and spectacles. Her journey into craftsmanship began with her father’s lessons in smithing, but it truly blossomed thanks to a kind-hearted gnome and dwarf couple who guided her in forging her first hammer.

Anasha had grown up used to being overlooked and distrusted, but Sambar was different. The gnomes there welcomed her with surprising warmth. They saw her diligence, her loyalty to the work, and the pride she took in doing things right. That trust changed her. She found joy in the act of creation and turned her labor into an art form.

By the time she set her sights on Murann, Anasha was more than just a capable tinkerer; she was inspired. The ideas and marvels she had seen in Lantan sparked a fire in her: a dream to bring such innovation to the mainland. She knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but she held faith that with time, patience, and the right space to work, she could one day craft wonders to rival the greatest of gnome inventors.