||Ahri is Aarlsag’s sister. As children of the Redwing Clan chieftain they grew up in a privileged position and beyond their usual training the clan sage taught them the skills of reading, writing and also they were trained in the ways of magic – something Ahri found she had a particular aptitude for.
Living in the no man’s land of the Southern Wastes between the demon infested Ruined Land and the Darklands, home of the Lunaris (Dark Elves) the Redwing Clan experienced peril from both sides but particularly from the Dark Elves who had wiped out all other dracosvulfs in that area. The Clan tried to move further south away from the elves but the land was already occupied by other clans who had no intention of allowing outsiders to share their territories, especially since the Redwing Clan absorbed the brunt of the dark elf hostility directed at all dracosvulfs. The vicious fighting cost many of the Redwings their lives and eventually the diminished clan was beaten back to its original lands where they continue to live in danger.
Ahri and Aarlsag’s father was one of the victims of the fighting, leaving Aarlsag with the responsibility of chieftain. The clan shaman, Vorcarag, realised the clan was in dire straits and that outside help was needed. While Arlsag resolved to try to swallow his pride and forge a truce with their enemy clans to the south, the shaman told Ahri that she must now be Aarlsag’s guidance for he was going to travel north and make the perilous journey across the World’s Spine to the lands where he had heard tell lived dracosvulfs, not like them, but creatures who still knew where they came from and who held the power that made the Dark Elves fear and despise the entire race so. It was said that there was one dracosvulf in particular, a great sorcerer, who had been around before the creation of the first of his fellows. Old Vorcarag was certain this shadowy figure, called Mad Jakkle, would help his brethren in their plight.
At this Ahri panicked. She did not believe she was wise enough to fill Vorcarag’s shoes if he left, and also, though dracosvulfs long lived as they are have great respect for their elders, she realised that it was likely Vorcarag would die in his attempt to get help. Much more confident in her own abilities, the night before Vorcarag was due to leave, Ahri stole away into the night with his travel bag to make certain he could not go, and took the onerous quest to get help upon her own shoulders.
She made the perilous journey across the World’s Spine range successfully and now wanders northern Caevalonia, seeking the silver-winged dracosvulf the old Shaman had foretold would help her clan.
Several winters have now passed since Ahri left her clan and though she was wandered through much of northern Caevalonia, there is still a great deal left undiscovered for her.