Marilka Thyrnmur

Marilka is a short, vulgar blue Tiefling with curly blue hair and short horns. Marilka lost her parents in a terrible flood, but was saved by Quoruk. She accompanied Quoruk for some time on his adventures until he left her in the care of the Clerics at the Hearthhaven Orphanage in Meadowcraft, with a promise that once he returned he would adopt her. Marilka's discovery of Quoruk's passing enraged her, having spent years waiting for him. But would later be adopted by Hildr, who expressed she knew what it was like to be alone and unwanted for that long.

Marilka spends her time criticizing or outright insulting those around her. A pastime that earned her the scorn of the other orphans and staff at Hearthaven.

Relationships

Hildr "You seen the feckin' tree trunks on that lady's arms? Damn! I'd hate ta' see the look on any wankers that went and drew swords against her! I like her. She gives no shites and doesn't apologize for nothing. Tells ya what she's feelin' and I like that. I ain't going ta' go and call her mum or nothin', but she makes me feel safe. I feel like she's seen the same shit I have and like I can talk ta' her about real shite, you know? She was the only one that wasn't appalled at the idea of takin' me in."

Quoruk "Ain't a single selfish bone that was in Quoruk's body... No, I'm fine.... No I don't need a fuckin' tissue, just...fuck off for a minute---So yeah anyway. Quoruk went and saved me and took me in without a single complaint about it. He fed, clothed, and protected me from all manners of fuckers. All without asking for anythin' in return. I wish...I wish we woulda' gotten more time Quoruk. I...I w...would have told you thank you. That you'da' made a fine father if you ever found a lady lucky enough to tie that wild soul of yours down. I miss ya'."

Aiden "Real pretty boy that one is. Prim and proper boy scout born with a gold spoon in his ass, yeah. Looks like an Amber, Crom-Bee, and Fitch model. Of course he don't smell like one...essence of wet dog he is. But holy fuck if he can't tear through folks like nobody's business. He's strike me as the sorta fella' who walks softly and carries a real big stick that he can beat cha' ta' death with. But he's all proper and nice to his friends."

Andol "Looks like he leapt into a fuckin' glitter factory and gels his hair with fairy cum. What? Oh come on! That's funny! ...fine, fine. This fellas' got a way about him, and his voice...fucks sake. From what I seen, he's a smarty pants. Waves his magic fingers and saves ta' others on the regular. With fingers like those it's any wonder why Lyra's wit' him yeah? ...ow! Ow! Kidding! Ow my ear! Hildr, quit it fuck!"

Aileen "She had the social awareness of a Stop sign, but she was brave. Not sure I could a' known I was dying and carry on with my business the way Aileen did. She was always puttin' herself between whatever bad thing there was and her friends. The girl wasn't bright... but she was good people. Not sure I ever apologized for the way I spoke to her. That's some shit right there...ain't it...?"

Clymene "Another fine piece of work this one is. I ain't never seen someone that old sound like such a damsel. Stutterin' and talkin' like a maiden who went and spilled milk on her Lord's favorite pajama-wears. I seen her try and start shit with Hildr and Maribelle both, of course when it comes ta' action she's hiding. Attached to Aileen at the hip, yaps like her yes-man. Got the support and confidence of a tavern table with one bad leg, with two Goliaths hate-fuckin' on top of it. This is the kinda' lass who'd apologize for bein' in your way after you just got done kicking her ribs in for days."

Maribelle "I know I talked shite about ta' way she dressed, but she's a fuckin' cannon she is. I once seen her crack a fellas' skull wide open with one kick. No long talks or monologues. She just gets ta' fightin' and I like it. I'd like ta' learn how to kick like she does one day but everyone's gone on whining about how dangerous it is. Aye' fuck off wit' ya. I'd like an' one day to grow up to be like Maribelle, all pretty and kicking arse, yeah!"

Omerok "Old Man Omerok I call him. He looks like he ain't bathed in weeks and like he's never heard of a shave. But if I catch ya' ever sayin' that to him I'll clobber ya. Omerok reminds me of Quoruk in the way he helps folks without asking for anything in return. The fellas' voice often drives me insane but he's always asking how I'm doin' or trying to protect me, as irritatin' as it is. I feel safe around gramps and like whatever shite I've got goin' on he's got just ta' thing to say."