Myrra was born in Elbion and before the girl could stand up her parents dropped her off at some orphanage before going to who-knows-where to do who-cares. She always just assumed they were addicts or too selfish to share their lives with her. And as it turns out, even in a trading hub melting pot like Elbion not many folks are keen on adopting the black skinned pointy eared girl with red eyes. Her childhood wasn’t too interesting with her time pretty evenly split between helping the orphanage workers with menial tasks so she’d have a place to sleep and sneaking out at night to run with whichever hoodlum gang would include her that week.

Everything changed when she met Bemlys at the age of fifteen. He was her first love, a bad boy human with tan skin and a deep scar instead of a right eye. Bemlys had told her he lost his eye in a pub fight but she was pretty sure it was a punishment for some crime he didn’t want to admit to. After a few weeks of seeing each other Myrra was head over heels about this guy. No one had ever paid the poor dark elf much attention so someone showing her affection was a pretty big deal. As a result it was easy for her love interest to convince her to join him and a few of his buddies as a smuggler on a frigate they had just recently found themselves in possession of.

For a few years the smugglers' life was a good thing for the teenaged Sharathi. Life on the high seas was liberating compared to her life barely scrounging by in Elbion. The crew respected her moxie, she aided the captain in multiple ‘negotiations,’ and she was still very much in love with Bemlys. Then someone on the ship got the bright idea that they oughta give piracy a try.

It was the second ship they tried to rob that ruined everything. A small caravel with a crew of three. A captain, some knight, and this old crusty wizard. The captain knew they had no chance at resisting and gave in immediately. The knight kept insisting this would result in grave consequences from the kingdom of some state no one cared about. And the old mage… he was the one they should’ve paid mind to. He kept going on about, “you don’t know what you’re doing, I’m trying to help you,” but Myrra and her pirate allies just laughed. It was as Myrra grabbed the artifact that the mage was trying to keep them away from that it happened.

Dazzling light followed by the greatest sense of gloom the dark skinned elf had ever felt. The clouds darkened and the waves came alive around both ships. Myrra was suspended in air as the artifact began to meld into her flesh. Once it was halfway inside her arm it shattered and whatever hadn’t melded with her body was flung into the sky. The elderly mage began to scream, instructing everyone that Myrra had to be killed. At first the pirates were having none of this. But the the waves became more and more intense.

It was Bemlys who first yelled back at his crew to kill Myrra. The horror and rage she felt at his betrayal is likely what caused their deaths. All Myrra can recall was a wall of ocean water crashing both ships together and then waking up on the shore, not certain how she got there.

Since that day Myrra has spent the last ten years or so making a name for herself as a thief, muscle, or assassin. Whatever pays the bills. In her free time she consults with whoever the local holy man or mage is in an attempt to learn more about the magic bestowed on her or what that artifact even was. She’s had a few romantic flings since her first love but Bemlys taught her a valuable lesson. No one was ever going to care about her more than they cared about themselves.

Myrra spent years working for various gangs and cartels in The Shallows of Alliria until one day she met the sorceress Kassa Lia and the elder dark elf Nasir.

It was through these two acquaintances that she eventually traversed the depths of the Underrealm, the ancestral home of her people. With Nasir’s knowledge she learned that her red eyes marked her as royalty. The trio managed to track down the drowish priest who had condemned Myrra to exile from her birthright and with the help of both Kassa Lia and Nasir she slayed her banisher.

In the chaos and aftermath of the murder of a priest she met Ysala. A dark elf noble who attempted to teach her the ways of nobility in the Underrealm. Myrra found it impossible to adjust to such a life and eventually gave up the ways of the drow to return to an Arethil dominated by humans, elves, and all manner of non-dark elf creatures.

Shallow Grave - Myrra finds employment in The Shallows investigating a theft and delivering some crimelord justice.

Time Window - Myrra takes a job to escort a young maiden.