Emily Schmelzle

See here for the origins before the origins
Emily Schmelzle is a young (In elven terms) scarred (Both physically and mentally) elven woman from a different dimension who came to Kyklos via the Nether
== Origins ==
Emily Schmelzle was hard at work, building up the walls of the Panemperium when the Pannic gods spoke to her. 
“Halaesa rises again.” 
“Okay? We’ve defeated her before, we can do it again.” Emily replies to Pandeus, unconcerned about the safety of her current home realm. 
“I’m afraid the Sazian forces will be powerless against her powers of destruction this time.” 
“Why? What changed?” 
“Halaesa’s followers managed to build a shrine with a direct connection to the void, the source of Halaesa’s power. The next time she attacks Sazius, it will be at full power.” 
“At full strength, Halaesa can shatter entire realms beyond repair in mere seconds.” Triticomessis added. 
“Alright...” Emily was still skeptical, “how come she didn’t do—THAT—the first time she came here then?” 
“WE were at full power the first time around. Protecting this realm from absolute destruction during the first two incursions has drained our power. Halaesa is formidable and a master manipulator. We see now how she has managed to destroy so many realms, and Sazius appears to be next.” Pandeus solemnly explained. 
“Alright. That’s absolutely fantastic.” Emily responded sarcastically. “What in the world are you telling me this for? What could I possibly do?” 
“Escape. Flee to the Nether: The bridge of realms. You can survive there, safe from Halaesa’s path of destruction.” Pandeus instructed, “it’s overseen by a High Entity, which is why Halaesa has been unable to cause ineffable damage to it.” 
“A ‘High Entity?’” Emily inquired, being unfamiliar with the term. 
“Yes, the High Entities are the most powerful beings in existence. They birthed all of the realms, and created gods to oversee each and every one of them.” 
“I see.” 
Now with a deeper understanding of the universe, Emily grabbed all of her gold so as to not be attacked by the pig people, and set off into the nether. 
It was a fine existence, if not mundane. Chopping down mushrooms for wood, trading gold to piglins for iron, using iron and wood to make tools to mine more gold. All water instantly turned to steam in the nether, and there was no sun, meaning Emily couldn’t farm her food as she did on Sazius, instead being forced to hunt hoglins as the piglins did. Emily only hoped she could one day safely return to a realm similar to Sazius. 
In the nether, with no view of any sky, lack of a way to tell time came with the territory. Days stretched into weeks, into months, into years, with no a way to conceptualize it without counting the ticks, an activity that would drive any individual mad. In her time spent in the nether, Emily learned the mind-bending ways the nether’s nature worked: The wart that grows on any individual crimson or warped mushroom when bonemealed, when composted, produces more bonemeal than was originally used to grow it. Hoglins — though untamable — can be bred using crimson fungus, however run away from warped fungus. That same warped fungus can be hung on a string to lure a strider, and ride it across the lava they walk on similarly to how one would ride a Sazian pig. Piglins are repelled by soul fire and fear their zombified counterparts, who pay no attention to you as long as you don’t harm one of them. She kept a journal, marking time by the amount of biomes she traveled through. 
Within the uncountable decades she was in the Nether, Emily’s body became to change and adapt. Eventually, she lost touch with the arcane, it being only a whisper of the past. She sustained scars from burns from numerous close calls with lava, but she still managed to survive. Though thoughts of her past life haunted her, she knew that world was gone, and nothing would change if she dwelled on it. So she kept going, wandering through countless crimson forests, where she would hunt hoglins and barter with the piglins, and soul sand valleys, where she dodged skeleton’s arrows, across nether wastes, where she would avoid ghasts’ fireballs, and warped forests where she averted her gaze from the endermen. Even through treacherous basalt deltas where the crooked terrain filled with lava deposits, and giant animate magma cubes kept her calculating every move. 
Through her endless travels, Emily found numerous ruined portals. Perhaps former links to realms Halaesa had since destroyed? Emily tried not to think about it. She pressed on through the Nether’s oppressive heat, her movements automatic, her mind dulled by years of endless wandering. Every step felt like a repeat of the last — another crimson forest, another soul sand valley, another ruined portal that led to nothing but broken obsidian and disappointment. The Nether was eternal, and she was beginning to feel as if she had become a part of it, just another lost soul drifting through its burning expanse. 
Then, something changed. 
A shift in the air. A vibration in the ground. A hum — not of ghasts, not of piglins chattering or the distant crackle of magma, but something different. A sound Emily had long forgotten. 
Emily turned sharply, gripping her axe out of habit, but there was no enemy in sight. Instead, ahead of her, where before there had been nothing but netherrack, quartz, and the occasional deposit of gold, now stood a fully-formed Nether Portal, its frame unbroken, its purple surface swirling with an energy she hadn’t seen in ages. 
For a portal to have appeared here, Emily knew someone must have activated it from the other side, and that someone was probably about to come through the portal. A civilization of unknown beings advanced enough to have the knowledge needed to construct a gateway between their realm and the nether. Emily made haste to hide, and she watched the Portal and wondered what kind of creature would emerge from it. The only advanced civilizations she knew of consisted of humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and the cursed — the latter two she didn’t take kindly to. But this was a new realm. It could have intelligent creatures she’d never dreamed of. So she watched, and she waited, and after a few seconds something finally emerged. It looked like... a human? Emily felt joy, for the first time in decades, she felt actual genuine joy. She had found a gateway to a realm that was safe. Where she wouldn’t have to look over her shoulder with every step and fear for her life with every passing minute. She thought of her husband, and her vow to complete his vision, to build a nation — one safe from conflict, and with abundant resources. A nation where the community sustained itself through shared resources, and where everyone played their part. She could finally resume her days of peacefully building and farming. And so, she waited for the person who came through the portal to be far enough away, and snuck through the portal to a new realm. And thus, Emily Schmelzle started her new life on Kyklos.
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