Orsolya Embermoss
Orsolya is the kind, quiet witch of Astenvale. She grants her knights potions and poultices to heal their mortal wounds, she grants her words to heal their souls. For there is, likely, none more than she that understands so the Faewyld.
Appearance
Tall and thin and lanky, malnourished even. The woman is a will-o-the-wisp given flesh. Her hair and skin are palest white, her movements quiet and calculated, she may as well be the ghost that haunts Astenvale monastery. The lady-in-black, an apparition that is rarely seen outside of her cellars, where others that dared visit would find exotic plants, bubbling potions, and in the depths and dark the howl of a creature that would still the soul.
Skills and Abilities
Orsolya is skilled in the arts of illusion and summoning, both arts to her as easy as breathing. She shifts her mortal form easily between those creatures that she has seen and studied. But they are mere trickery. The peak of her power lies in two specific arts, both learned from her Fae mother, captor, enemy. Firstly, the summoning of the mirror's blade. Secondly the drawing in of others to her clearing in the Wyld. The stolen throne of the One-Eyed Queen, that she sits upon at very much her own peril.
Personality
In a word, meek. Orsolya is quiet, thoughtful, observant, all things she learned in her cage with the Fae Queen. She has an impeccable memory, a talent for solving puzzles and seeing through the veil of others, all traits that kept her alive while she was alone in the Wyld for so many years. She does not speak often, and when she does it is in simple words, as for most of her life she was not allowed, and does not know the complexities of language. Her time in the Monastery is helping with this, and she is growing to become more outspoken. While the nuances of the spoken word of mortals is often lost on her, she is fluent in the speaking of magick, the language of the Wyld a strange comfort, considering all that she lost to master it.