Myrill Jowenys
Myrill Jowenys entered Mythrite on the day he turned 300 years old. Like most Elves, Myrill grew up a slender and handsome man who’s interested in art, exploring and diplomacy. He has long black hair and bright green eyes. The citizens of Mythrite would describe him as cold and scheming, but they don’t know how Myrill used to be.
As a youngling he’d stay up all night reading books about adventurers going across the world – Myrill even wrote some of his own stories. Each story would grow larger than the last; from a simple ‘saving a princess’ story to ‘discovering a massive city of gold.’ Reading and writing so much made him turn into a bookworm, but the truth is that he loved connecting with likeminded people. The only problem is that Elves like him rarely cared for voyages across the world.
As time went on he grew to resent his boring old home: a small Elven village in a deep, dark forest. Surrounded by family members who were content with living hundreds of years in the same place, he made plans to go to Mythrite. His parents begged him to stay, telling him that Elves like him aren’t grand adventurers and that there are horrible monsters that could kill him. Myrill sensed some truth to their statements – he’s never adventured before – but he knew he had to try, even if his life ended in Mythrite.
He left in the middle of the night, and after a long time, he arrived in the booming mining town. Being surrounded by beaming sunlight and lots of people made him feel better than ever. Even though he had a very small living quarters, shared with other Miners, he was more optimistic about his future than ever. All of that changed once he got his mining job.
Every day he would go in the mines, dig for mythril, and get a few hours of sleep. His first months were nothing but working longer to make more money and finding less time for food and entertainment. He resented the Merchants and Professionals who had safe and more comfortable work. Myrill’s dreams of gold and exploration grew sinister. His newest stories ended not with discovery, but with revenge. His body went from slender to gaunt, and his hair (and facial hair) grew unkempt. That didn’t matter to him anymore: he had a plan.
The people of Mythrite continued to give him cold looks, except for his fellow miners. They felt no pressure speaking to him; Myrill eventually found a handful of miners he’d call friends, and they spoke between shifts about getting rich quick. At night he led 4 miners outside of town with pickaxes and pans, not towards the mines but to some rocky hills south of the Pantheon Cemetery.
Several backbreaking nights of digging and hiding from monsters didn’t deter them. Myrill continues to lead miners at night to new spots, spinning stories of fame and riches.
Wealth & Financial state
Working-class
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