Cassia of Clan Pontius

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Cassia Pontius is large, even for a bugbear, standing at about seven and a half feet tall, and built like a linebacker. Her fur is a deep ruddy color, almost the color of cinammon bark. She smiles and laughs a lot showing off her jagged pointed teeth, especially when she's in her drink, but the smile never quite reaches her eyes, like something is always haunting her. Her right arm, and most of her torso are covered by a yellowish crystalline substance.

Apparel & Accessories

She always wears her armor, an ornate set of plate mail heavily decorated in draconic themes. Over that, she wears a cloak of rich red fabric, trimmed with gold. For arms, Cassia carries an array of tridents, javelins and spears strapped to her back, along with a shield. When she fights, she uses a rusty, oversized trident too big to be wielded in one hand.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

The Pontius clan had long ago been absorbed by the elvish Cevannian Empire, far away and used as shock troops in various wars of conquest or against dangerous threats. So when the Aboleths started making incursions, they were of course in the first wave. What made the defeat worse, was that by and large the Pontius clan was not killed, they had their wills robbed from them, and Cassia was no different. She spent several years doing their bidding, until one day she was sent off to be traded in exchange for more difficult to obtain resources. Once the Aboleth haze had lifted from her head, Cassia hardly made for an ideal slave, and so she was traded, a lot. From plantations, to mines, and finally to a ship bound for a distant continent. A continent with a bad enough reputation that finding enough crew was sometimes difficult. On the journey, she listened to the sailors talk of Idriell, and it’s strange barrier, and a plan for escape hatched.
Before they made port, she made sure to secret away several pouches of coin that she managed to steal when the sailors were drunk and gambling. Then, when they arrived, and the crew tried to put her below decks so the residents of Vareholm wouldn’t realize this new vessel employed slaves, she simply walked hobbled past them, still wearing her chains. The sailors drew their weapons on her, but did not strike as she dove overboard into the shallow water and quickly made her way ashore.