[Medium Sized Model - 25mm Base]
[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm & 75mm Scale]
A girl from the mines of Arvere, a dark bastion of isolation for any girl her age. Forced to work from thirteen summers after her father was mortally wounded, taking his place as the demolitionist in the Wells-Deep Mining Corp. The life of a miner was brutal, spirit shattering and mind numbing. It would not take long before it broke her, leading her to do something terrible, before fleeing westward to the capital of Grimgate. There she found refuge in a group of separatists looking to reform society, and they imparted upon her profound knowledge to enhance her explosives, despite her deteriorated mind.
Raised in the city of Arvere, the eldest child of four to a miner, Eryial was never afforded much of a childhood, having spent most her own childhood raising her siblings rather than being raised herself. This became doubly true just at the time Eryial came of age, when her father perished in the mines, leaving his wife and children empty-pocketed and with no means to bring food to the table. It was either the family would be taken into orphanages, with her mother taken to a widows home, or Eryial try take the place of her father in the mines.
He was a demolitionist, and the times he was home he would often receive a slew of questions from his eldest daughter about his work, to which he would happily entertain her with detailed breakdowns of his job, how it worked and how to handle equipment safely. Though she had never held any of this equipment herself, she found she had quite a knack for it at first, picking things up rather quickly with the aid of her father’s old friends. But the mines were no place for a girl as young as her. Quickly they claimed her health: first with her hearing, second with her breathing, third with her mind. The chemicals of the explosives and the mine itself had poisoned her senses, and she often experienced hallucinations and paranoia when she was working, though pressed on, knowing if she were to stop it would break her family apart. Ultimately, her madness did this itself, as the paranoia grew to a level where her hallucinations outwardly pursued her through the cave system, and in her own mind she thought a horde of troggs were swarming to kill her. With no other option, she lit a stash of explosives, unleashing it upon the creatures.
That day has become one of mourning in Arvere for the last five years. Over two-hundred miners lost their lives as the explosions outright killed them, and dozens more perished from the subsequent cave-ins that trapped them inside. For a moment, Eryial came to her senses, but when the weight of her actions sunk into her heart, she slipped into despair and her delusions fully claimed her. In a fugue state, she fled Arvere, running north for as long as she could, until she was eventually found collapsed on the side of the road by Tomas Lumens himself, finding her near his fort hidden in the foothills near Arvere. There he brought her in, seeing the promise in her, though it was clouded behind many layers of grief and anguish. Lumens saw much of himself in the poor girl, having also lost his father to the march of Baldur’s industrial machine when he was a child himself.
Elyria was thus given the opportunity to be his ward and assistant, provided housing and education by Lumens in exchange for aiding in the fort’s upkeep, and helping him in his workshop with the more menial tasks he found tedious and frustrating. Though she took well to him, she would often endure episodes of anguish, days spent inconsolable, wallowing in grief, driven by a desire to return home to save her family, yet Lumens kept her from doing so, knowing the answers she would find would only bring her more grief, and worse yet it may compromise his hideout. As time passed this internalized grief only grew more dire, though respite was finally brought for a time after the arrival of Jacquie Sparks at the compound. The girl was only a bit older than Eryial, and for the first time she finally felt a weight of responsibility lifted off her shoulders, as Jacquie became Lumens’ protege and Eryial’s own responsibilities fell to the wayside, him instead relegating her to her own research of “Plan B” in case his project with the Simulacrums was further sabotaged or rejected.
This “Plan B” was ultimately an intricate and deadly concoction of explosives, jerry-rigged from her knowledge afforded from her past life. A single explosive device that was able to be carried by one person, and would unleash until devastation onto both buildings and people alike. Lumens assured her it was only necessary if things grew too dire for peaceful resolutions, but Eryial didn’t care. If it was being used against the machinists and industrialists who sent her father to his death, and formed the wicked society that gnawed away her insanity, she was all for it.
