|Subrace:||Keeper of the Moon|
|Other Features:||Qahli is flat-chested and lanky. She looks quite a bit younger than her age, although she does have crow's feet and noticible dimples.|
|Personality:||Qahli is shy and reserved at first, opening up and becoming warmer as the conversation continues and she becomes more comfortable. She's very shy and ashamed of her body and always wears modest clothing to cover it.|
Qahli was the middlest of the three Nuzoka children. Her childhood was quiet and unremarkable, her nomadic tribe wandering around the twelveswood hunting and foraging, though even then she knew she was a bit different.
When she was eighteen she started traveling, exploring settlements, and frequenting taverns, it was in one of these taverns that she met Nari Malaia. Both of them were drunk enough that it didn't matter what bits Qahli had and the two of them ended up sending the night together but unfortunately they were too stupid to wear protection. Because of her mistake and the verbal and physical abuse rightfully thrown her way, she returned to her tribe, defeated.
While she was not able to be a part of Aurelle's life, she did keep in contact with Nari via letter. With nothing much to do other than hunt and cook, she started reading novels. The first few took her a while to get through but soon she was reading one a day, and then she started writing, and then she started submitting her works.
It wasn't much past her twenty-sixth nameday that she got her first publishing deal and moved to the city where she still resides today, a bit more successful now but still very cautious and shaped by the encounter that took place twenty years ago.
Isabella and Khloe are the best of friends. Their parents joke that they are conjoined at the hip, that they could be sisters. It was true, the two women were inseperable for most of their childhoods, learning together, eating together, playing together, the two scarsely had a moment apart. In fact, the two were madly in love with each other, they just hadn't realized it.
Coming into their ninteeth year, everything would come to a head. Isabella, was a prodigal thaumaturge and was moving to the big city to join the guild. Her friend was heartbroken but supportive. "If this is going to be our last summer together, let's have some real fun," Khloe said. "Let's go to my Summerhouse for one last horrah."
Nestled in the mist, the beachhouse that Khloe's family owned was extravagant, well appointed, and sat right next to the water. Best of all, it would be theirs and theirs alone. It was here that they would spend their last moments together, where they would drink and touch, and where all their feelings would be laid bare.
Dana, a young chirugeon and recent graduate of the school of aetheric arts, has found her first job as a schoolmarm teaching young and gifted but notoriously unruly mages. Her first day goes exactly as expected with the class using their magic to tease and humiliate Dana. No matter what she says and what she offers her students, they simply will not co-coperate.
Frustrated Dana returns to the faculty lounge to seek advice from the other teachers. Without hesitation an older elezen named Arrinne offers to give Dana private lessons in the basics of control.
With a notepad in hand, the naive Dana finds her way to Arrinne's apartment but what is waiting for her on the other side is more than she bargained for.
Lost in the streets of Gridania is a tall midland hyur, her long blonde hair billowing in the wind, looking for something or someone. Trying to fight through the crowd towards the flower stall, she stumbles over a stone and loses her footing. Panicked she starts hopelessly grasping at the figures around her, her long slender fingers slipping through the fabrics on her way to the ground. She lets out a squeak and braces herself for the worst.
"Are you alright, lass?" Lila's eyes wander up, meeting those of her saviour, a tall, tanned, purple haired highlander. She didn't know it yet, but she just met the love of her life, the woman she was destined to be with, Ingrid Stonefist.
Every city has its stories, its nooks, its hidey holes; Ul'dah is no different. Deep in the heart of the city lies a lane, Pearl Lane. It's a place where merchant meets beggar, noble meets pauper, and saint meets whore. A place where everyone, regardless of stratum, is treated the same, where the rules of the city don't apply. It is from this lane Ul'dah gets its reputation.
Everyone who's been has their stories. From meetings with the seedy elements of the city to passionate, whirlwind romances. Encounters with the occult and encounters that would change lives. Qahli Nuzoka has done her best to collate and verify these stories, picking her very favourites and presenting them in this collection, Stories From the Sands: Tales from Pearl Lane.