The Rogue and The Warlord

Jocelyn was born under the shimmering light of a harvest moon, on the fringes of a sun-dappled forest, the product of an unlikely union between a human blacksmith and an elven enchanter. Raised on tales of gallantry and subterfuge from her parents, Jocelyn learned early how to weave in shadows while maintaining an air of innocence.

Her striking red hair, fiery against the verdant backdrop, often caught curious glances that betrayed both admiration and suspicion. With her piercing green eyes-sharp as a dagger-she could read hearts more readily than maps, which made her keenly aware of the secrets people kept hidden behind their smiles.

Her father's sturdy hands taught her resilience, shaping metal with fire while forging tools that bore purpose and strength. With these skills at her disposal, Jocelyn became well-respected in her community; people came for healing and finely crafted weapons meant for protection.

However, destiny had other plans for her; when Jocelyn turned twelve, a band of mercenaries invaded their peaceful home seeking an artifact rumored to be hidden within Eldergrove's sacred glade. In the chaos that followed, her mother fell gravely injured while protecting an enchanted crystal relic they believed would safeguard their lives.

Jocelyn and her father reconnected with her grandfather, an elven nobleman in Mirath Isle who took an interest in teaching her about the intricacies of the society. This upbringing led her down paths less traveled until she became embroiled in a covert life as a rogue investigator for the city's ruling council.

Her latest assignment took Jocelyn deep into enemy territory: spying on Orion Thorne-a charming yet ruthless warlord known for his cunning strategies and unyielding ambition to conquer neighboring lands. Unbeknownst to those above her station, she had become captivated by him. Beneath his veneer of villainy lay unexpected depths; he treated his followers with respect seldom afforded even among noble families.