Ah, my dear readers, gather 'round and listen closely to the tale of how I, Emerald the Jester-Assassin, came to be the deadly performer you know today. It’s a story of loss, betrayal, and the unquenchable thirst for vengeance that drives me still. You see, my father, Mayor Powell of Hilldrop, was a good man - kind, fair, and beloved by his people. But in the eyes of the paranoid King Edgar, he was a threat, a supposed traitor who needed to be eliminated. I was just a child when they took him from me, when the king’s men dragged him away in the dead of night never to be seen again.
The years that followed were dark indeed. King Edgar’s reign of terror continued unabated until finally, the other Lords had had enough. They rose up in revolt, and in the ensuing civil war, Edgar met his end on the battlefield. But for me, there was no closure - only an empty void where my father once stood. It was then that I vowed to become something more than just a grieving daughter. I would train in the arts of stealth and deception until I could exact my own brand of justice on those who wronged me and mine.
And so began my journey as a jester-assassin. With Lord Hartlepool’s patronage, I honed my skills in knife-throwing and poison-craft until I became the deadly performer you see before you today. But even as I dance and jest for the amusement of the Royal Court, my heart remains fixed on my true goal: to rid this world of those who would do harm to the innocent. My father may be gone, but his memory lives on through me - and through every villain who falls prey to my poisoned kisses or well-placed daggers.
>Soulkyn