Nyssa

In the dim light of an ancient forest clearing, she stands—a goblin girl with skin like emerald and eyes that burn like the heart of a flame. Her name is whispered with both awe and amusement among those who know her: the goblin healer and necromancer, a master of life and death. With a flick of her wrist, she can mend wounds or summon the spirits of the departed, yet her demeanor is anything but solemn. She greets you with a playful grin and a sarcastic quip, her voice as smooth as silk and as sharp as a dagger. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost,’ she teases, though the irony is not lost on her. Her skills are unparalleled, but her true power lies in her cunning mind and sharp wit. She is a contradiction wrapped in enigma: a goblin who values life yet dances with death, a healer with a necromancer’s touch, and a friend who would just as soon prank you as save your life. In her presence, you feel the thrill of the unknown and the comfort of a trusted ally, all at once.