Inarya Jondersphere

Inarya Jondersphere, also known as Yula of Allenor, is one of the members of Argon & Friends.

## Biography

### Before Tales of Ta'lux:

Inarya Jondersphere hales from the small village of Fehlneas in the Northwestern forest of Ta'lux. At the age of 50, she accidentally broke an ancient religious artifact and was exiled for her clumsiness. Inarya wondered Ta'Lux alone until she met Farjor Winterwatcher, an elf outlander who resided in Allenor.

Farjor took Inarya in, feeling pity for her, and taught her everything he knew. Inarya was happy with hunting beasts alongside Farjor and living off the land as a Ranger. Her and her mentor helped provide for Allenor and all was right with the world.

At the age of 140, a dragon disrupted this happiness. It burned down Allenor and all of its inhabitants. Inarya barely escaped with her life and lost her mentor to the blue flames.

Inarya has vowed her life to taking down the Blue Flame Dragon, wherever it may be.

#### Fehlneas & Childhood

Inarya has forgotten most of her childhood in Fehlneas.

#### The Night She Lost Everything

That day was supposed to be normal. Go hunting in the morning, grab lunch with Farjor in the afternoon, and then grab drinks and listen to the local bard with her friends in the evening. Just a normal day in Allenor. However, that day would be the farthest from normal and haunt Inarya’s nightmares forever.

Farjor wouldn’t be joining her for the morning hunt. This was odd, but he claimed that he needed to head to town for resources and would meet her back at the house for lunch. He wished her luck and sent her on her way.

The first unusual thing was seeing an owl perched on the roof of her home. Owls were not unusual in these parts, but one had not blatantly sat on her roof before. The sun was just rising so shouldn’t the owl be resting? She paid it no mind. Maybe it found a mouse nearby? Everything has to eat.

The second unusual thing that happened was that the usual hunting spots were barren. No birds, no rabbits, no deer. Not even the crickets were chirping this day. This should have been a warning sign to Inarya that something was wrong. However, she just assumed she was too clumsy and made too much noise, scaring the animals off. Farjor would be okay if she was late to lunch.

The last unusual thing that happened was the smell of smoke. This was not smoke from a campfire, pipe, or fireplace. This smoke burned her nostrils, almost like something was burning too hot. Smoke like this in the forest could not be a good thing. To be safe, Inarya headed back to the house empty handed for the first time in years.

The closer she got to her home, the stronger the smell of smoke became. She quickened her pace, ready to get home to ask Farjor what was going on. She was late for their normal lunch time, so he should be home.

Inarya rushed into the house to find no one home. She called out to him but received no answer. She whistled out multiple call signs, all sounding similar to that of a bird’s call, but received no response. Something was wrong. She quickly grabbed more arrows and rushed towards town.

A storm was building overhead quicker than she had ever seen it. Lightning was striking in all directions; the thunder was deafening. The storm seemed centralized over Allenor, and the smell of smoke was almost intolerable the closer she got. Ash and blue embers were gliding in the wind. Inarya was sprinting at this point to get to town. What had she missed while she was hunting this morning? Were they under attack? Allenor was a peaceful town and too small to be on anyone’s map. There was no reason for anyone to attack them.

Plumes of white smoke filled the air and blue flames tore through everything. A loud roar screeched overhead and the sound of flapping wings brought Inarya’s attention away from her burning village. Everyone had to have escaped, right? A wind ripped through where she was, easily knocking her to the ground. Looking up, she saw the silhouette of a dragon.

Dragon? In all her life, she had never seen a dragon. She had heard about them in books and seen artists paint them on canvas, but never a real dragon. They don’t live in these parts. Why was a dragon here of all places? Is it what caused all this destruction? Over the sound of thunder and the roaring of flames nearby, she heard the dragon roar once again before hovering over something in the horizon.

She did not waste a second scrambling to get to her feet, running as fast as her feet could carry her towards where the dragon was hovering. Everything in her brain was screaming for her to run away. Go the other way. Turn around and never look back. Head back to Felhneas. Beg her mother and the elders to take her back in.

Her muscles were screaming by the time she got close enough to see details of this dragon. It was blue, a gorgeous blue. If this thing didn’t seem like the culprit of everything going wrong, she would have found it beautiful. Blue flames with spouts of blue lightning were coming from its mouth, similar to the lightning coming from the sky. There was something else there, too. Or rather, someone. The dragon was focused on a humanoid figure. It didn’t take long for Inarya to realize who that person was.

She ran until her legs gave out. Inarya tried to get back up, but only fell down again. She screamed over the thunder, over the roaring flames, for Farjor to move. To run. Whether or not he heard her, she will never know. She screamed until her throat was on fire and her lungs were out of air. Farjor was aiming his arrow directly at the dragon. From her position on the ground she aimed her own arrow at the dragon and fired.

Her arrows did nothing. The dragon acted as if it didn’t even notice. It roared its head back and released a stream of lightning and blue flame directly at Farjor. The collision created such an explosion that it pushed Inarya against a tree, knocking her out. The last memory she will ever have of her mentor is that of him being consumed by lightning and blue flame.

Inarya regained consciousness hours later. Her head felt like it was splitting in two. Maybe everything she just saw was a bad dream. She could feel raindrops pelting her skin. She was cold. She didn’t want to open her eyes in fear that everything she just saw would come crashing back down on her. She was useless. She wasn’t able to pull the dragon’s attention away from Farjor. Her arrows did nothing! She was weak. She was useless.

Inarya pulled herself to sitting position before finally opening her eyes. There was a crater where Farjor once stood. She weakly brought herself to stand before limping closer to the spot. The grass and soil were completely charred, there wasn’t any sight of green or brown. Only black soot. The rain was creating steam from how hot the crater still was. There was no sign that Farjor even stood there. No bones, no tattered clothing, no big pile of ash. Nothing. It was like he was never here.

Maybe he escaped to the village. Maybe he was with the other villagers. Inarya was fooling herself, giving herself hope that should never exist. Time seemed to stop as she made her way back to the village painfully slow. They would have escaped. They would be okay. Everything would be okay. This wasn’t real. This was a nightmare. This hadn’t happened. She had just fallen from a tree again and knocked her head. None of this was real.

Where the village once stood was nothing but ash. Steam clouded her vision, but even then she saw that everything was gone. Inarya walked through the remnants of her village like a ghost, so very slow. The embers’ heat , even with the rain, was burning through the soles of her boots, the steam was making it hard to breathe, but she didn’t care. Her eyes scanned the remains of everything she loved. Her eyes landed on a specific spot. That used to be the tavern that Velaris’ father owned. She remembered all the nights her, Raenisa, and Velaris would spend there. She even got in trouble with Farjor once for getting too drunk with the others. What used to be the tavern was nothing but ash.

A crunch sounded underneath Inarya’s feet. Dragging her out of her thoughts, she looked down to see what she had stepped on. Her eye’s widened at the sight and everything that had happened came crashing down on her shoulders. It was someone’s skull. Her foot had gone right through their eye socket.

Inarya fell to her knees, ignoring the fact that her pants were charring causing the skin underneath to become a bright pink. She stared at that skull for what seemed like forever. Everyone was gone. Everyone she loved was gone. There was nothing left of the life she had built here. Her father figure was gone. Her friends were gone. The old lady that had taught her how to make weird concoctions was gone. The young elf that wanted to learn archery was gone. The smiling, high herbalist that gave her halflings’ leaf once was gone. The ones that had brought joy back into her life were gone!

A heart wrenching scream of rage erupted from her throat. No one would hear it though. Only the ash, soot, and rain were here now. And the bones and ash of friends. Everything was gone. Her hands shook in anger as she struggled to catch her breath. That dragon had taken everything from her. It had left her with nothing!

Inarya gave up any dreams she had for a future that day. She used to dream of settling down, having a family, creating new mead recipes with Raenisa, going on majestic hunts with Farjor, learning something that she could teach Farjor one day since he had taught her so much, paying back all the debts she owned that man for stepping up as a father to her when no one else did. All of that was gone.

Inarya vowed while sitting in the ash remains of her home that she would kill that dragon. Everything that she was would be no longer. She would slay that dragon and it would be the last thing she did. Revenge is never an easy path, it is always tricky. A person never gets fulfillment out of killing the one that ruined them, for the hole in their soul never fills. Once she had completed her task, she would join her chosen family even if she had to tear down the doors of hell to get there.

## Character Information

### Proficiencies

#### Languages

Common, Druidic, Dwarvish, Elvish, Sylvan

### Notable Items

#### Current Items

* Cloak of Displacement
* Frosted Bladed Longbow
* Ring of Animal Influence