Inakha "Feyshunned" Urukane

In the darkest hollows of the Spiteferns grand expanse live the Feyshunned. Their exile is a voluntary one, this group of wild elves that have all felt the touch of the Shadow. They share one name to mark each of themselves as part of a whole, one tribe that the Feyheart chose to neglect among all of elvenkind. It is whispered that any elf born during the darkest hour of a moonless night will be born a Feyshunned, but the shadow has manifested in many over the centuries that were born in broad daylight or any other time. The lives of the Feyshunned are often just as mysterious, touching magics that most wouldn't dare and keeping dark traditions left unspoken in polite elvish company; not least among them being the call that all young Feyshunned feel shortly after the first manifestation of their powers. So it was for Inakha of the Urukane clan.

The Urukane are a tribe of wild elves that have patrolled their far border region of the Spiteferns for generations, known for hunting those that dared trespass in their sacred forests with uncommon viciousness. Such was the world Inakha knew for her childhood years and on into her adolescence. Before she knew magic she knew carnage, and among her earliest meals was the flesh of fallen foes. But a few years before her rite of passage the visions began.

First it was only during her trance. When she closed her eyes she could see a twisted shade of the world she knew, devoid of life and light. Dark things moved in it, and she would snap awake, heart pounding. But then there began something else, a sound that cut across the silence of that shadowed void like the first soft rays of morning. The voices of the Feyshunned, calling to her across her dreams. Each of their number receives the call, and nearly all of them are answered. As it was for Inakha, the encroachment of the shadow is a terrifying experience without guidance. Once Inakha learned to harness her powers and cast her first spells, the visions ceased, and her mind began to feel at peace. But there was something forever gone from her, as there is from all Feyshunned. It is different for each one, and long do they sit and ponder the meaning of it. They often feel a disconnect from the gods that the other elves hold dear, and from the Feyheart, though they love it as much as their more ordinary kin.

For a century and a half Inakha has lived among the tribe, and shown great promise. The magic runs through her veins with the same fierceness as her marauding ancestry, and she has great pride in both. Blunt and often cruel, she nonetheless cares deeply for the fate of her people, both her fellow Feyshunned and the larger world of the elves. When word came down of the visions of Keyjor of the Oak, the Crones consulted their auguries and dreamed their dreams and it was Inakha Urukane that they chose to go forth and seek the heroes, a task she was honored to accept.