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1. Baron Trelib. However, he is friendly as long as he can use her and Jazira understands that. The minute she stops being useful, then he stops being so friendly.
2. Havakhad
3. Kalandra d’Velderan of House Tharashk. The two met while working the same case (from different ends) and occasionally they help each other out.

• Jazira is on a personal mission from Baron Trelib (Dragonmarked 53], her uncle, who believes that someone in the group knows about who murdered Queen Chaseva. It's Jazira's job to stay close and find out all she could. That gives her a legitimate reason for being in the group, and one the others easily buy.
• Bodyguard to Aartash, a male kalashtar soulknife she met in Wroat. She saved him from an ambush & it ended up being a pivotal moment for her in her life. She decided to accept at least part of the offer from her uncle, but decided it would be best to go about it in her own way. Since Aartash is headed to Sharn she agrees to join him, going as his protector and bodyguard as well as personal guide to the land.
• She is a member of The Warning Guild [DM 55]
• Her dragonmark, which recently blossomed forth on her sternum, is something she keeps hidden. She wears a corset, which covers it just nicely. The only problem is, it is going to grow, and continue to grow, until the corset can no longer cover it. And if damaged it painfully moves from one place to another on her body, something she has not experienced yet. (She can feel it traveling through her body, as if it were burning its way through muscle and bone.)

Jazira grew up in a Medani household in the center of Wroat. She grew up with the legends and stories of how her House survived the War of the Mark by mostly staying hidden & being careful. A lesson she took to heart. She has the Medani stamp all over her; aloof to the outside world and yet warm and open to those she considers “family.” Her father, younger brother to Baron Trelib, married outside the House to a beautiful elven woman. House Medani is an inclusive House, welcoming intermarriages between full blooded humans and elves. Rarely do such matches provide dragonmarked offspring but often future generations will show that the blood runs true, which makes such matches acceptable. Jazira did not feel the pressure that most of the others her age felt at producing a dragonmark. It wasn’t expected like it was for her cousins. In fact, so rare is it for one to appear that when her first few years as a teenager came and went without one appearing, the subject was pretty much all but forgotten. That doesn’t mean that Jazira did not feel the call of duty within her Family, for despite not having a dragonmark she feels quite deeply tied to House Medani. Hers is a House she can have pride in, for they warn their clients of grave dangers yet to befall them.

Growing up, Jazira had plenty of cousins to play with, but there was one in particular she was drawn to and that was Carlin. He had caught a fever as a baby and his legs never developed properly. While he was able to learn to walk, it was stilted and he stumbled often. She fell into the role of his protector from an early age, protecting him from the other kids who would sometimes taunt and tease him. She protected Carlin but she never babied him. Jazira fell into the roll of protector and guardian as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her. Perhaps it is, for her father acted as the bodyguard for the Ambassador from Valenar, which is how he met her mother, and Jazira is very much her father’s daughter.

Her father, proud of his daughter and enjoying the thought of having a child follow in his footsteps (What parent doesn’t want that?), enrolled Jazira in the most exclusive training courses. She studied with the best and the brightest, learning all the basic building blocks needed to protect and serve the House’s clients. She learned how to connect what her body is doing with her inner spirit, her core self, in order to bring out the necessary properties needed in being a Protector and Guardian. She learned to connect herself to the Dance of Battle to such a degree that it almost seems as if she is using magic to attack or fend off her foes. She learned each lesson quickly and always placed near or at the top of her class. Unknown to her, her teachers and several others had also begun to watch her, to gauge her progress and make plans for her future. She was even accepted into a special after-hour’s program, where those who were considered to be the House protégés received special training. 

Jazira had finally reached the age of majority and was being wooed by the guild that operates within House Medani. She seriously considered accepting a position within The Warning Guild. At the same time her uncle had approached her about doing him a special favor and going to Sharn to check out a rumor he’d heard about a case that was still pending from a decade ago. Yet, some strange feeling kept holding her back. Considering what the family business is, strange feelings are not something to be ignored, and so Jazira hesitated, listening to that inner voice that only she could hear.

While trying to make a decision, she had taken to prowling the streets of Wroat, pacing like a caged panther in search of only the gods know what. The young woman went into some rather nasty areas, searching out ways to help those in need. Every city has their slum areas, though Wroat has fewer of these than most cities, and a lower rate of crime. It’s hard to plan anything when the city Watch, made up of dragonmarked Medani, always know ahead of time where the problems are going to be and send the authorities to take care of it before it becomes a real problem. There isn’t much crime in Wroat, unless you count your everyday pick pocket.

The average criminal or thug wasn’t up to the House standards for weapons training, for which Jazira was most grateful whenever she faced off with one of them. Still, she took her lessons seriously and didn’t allow herself to become distracted or filled with pride, either of which could cost her when facing off against an enemy. It was this attitude that ended up saving her one night when she came across several people in a back alley beating someone who was trying to fight back. One of the attackers got in a lucky hit and the victim went down like a rock. “HEY!” Her shout down the alley didn’t seem to stop the attackers from kicking the now unconscious victim. They barely even glanced at her and one lifted a hand, clearly expecting something to happen. What happened was that she got mad and marched across the alleyway.

The closer she got to the trio kicking the downed man, the more a spot on her sternum began burning. The spot had been bugging her for weeks now, itching and driving her nuts. Finally she stops, not because of the odd hand movements and words coming from one of the attackers but because the skin right beneath her ribs is burning to the point where she is certain her flesh is being consumed. She would swear in any court or within any Truth spell that her skin was literally on fire, it burned that much! She reached up to feel the heat coming off her skin, but it wasn’t melting and that had to be good. No, it wasn’t melting and she somehow knew it wasn’t anything the man in the alley was doing to her. No, it was something deep inside her coming awake, answering her in her time of need. She didn’t know she would need it, but then, that has always been the way of the Mark within her House. Suddenly the heat in her midsection seem to spread upward and her lavender eyes can make out odd lines of power dancing across the alleyway. She watches these lines, knowing they are the real danger. Drawing her weapon and without giving anything else a second thought, she suddenly rushes toward the men, who have already turned back to their grisly task of kicking and beating the unconscious man. Jazira dances around and over the waving lines of power, avoiding them easily with this new sight she has. The man who cast the spell glances up just in time to catch a dagger across the throat. His blood spurts out to coat the other two. She is able to catch the second one, taking him in the kidneys, but the third one disappears off into the night. Hook for you if you want Paul.

The man lay there bleeding on the alley floor. Thankfully Amberle had a mild healing potion with her and she was able to get him healed up enough so that he wasn’t in any immediate danger of dying. She managed to get him back to one of the inns’ where she knew the owner and got him a private room. It took several weeks to nurse him back to health and during that time she managed to divert several others who came seeking the man. He is one of those kalashtar. They look human and act human but everything about them seemed one step better than humans somehow. She would later come to learn that what she is actually seeing is a reflection of the quori spirit that shares part of its soul with Aartash.

During this time her uncle again approached her about doing him a special favor. It would mean traveling to Sharn and checking out some rumors for him. She talked over with him how she was feeling she should leave Wroat, to go with Aartash as his Protector. She was surprised when he told her to go with her feelings. He promised the House would always be there for her and that she had his blessing. With that he gave her his rapier, the one with the family crest and his personal emblem on it. So moved was she by his trust and confidence in her that she agreed, promising to do what she could to find out anything she can about the murder of Queen Chaseva. He then sent her off, telling her to give him a few days to work out the details and in the meantime she was not to say anything to anyone.

Two days later she received a summons from her uncle, though it was official and came not from her “uncle” but from Baron Trelib. She arrived to find not only the Baron but Lady Sharis waiting for her. The Lady Sharis leads and guides The Warning Guild. Evidently this was much more serious then she expected. She took a seat and listened as her uncle laid out a proposal for her. She can still picture exactly what happened there.

[Snippet] "I've been informed a while ago that there might be a lead in Sharn relating to Queen Chaseva's murder," Baron Trelib revealed. "And I've been advised by Sharis, whose counsel you know I regard very highly, to send you. Of course, I've heard of your skills and expertise, but I wanted to send someone with a Mark. Sharn is a very dangerous place, as I'm sure you already know." He explained.” Sharis smiled and nodded, but said no more. “And then you, my darling niece, developed your Mark shortly afterwards. Of course, I am no fool. I can recognize a sign when I see one. It is what we do, after all. I am heeding Sharis's advice and sending you there. Take your friend along, too. It seems you two have become rather close lately." He said with a knowing smile. Then, he turns towards his desk. "Now, there is something I want to give you, something that has a great deal of sentimental value for me..."[/Snippet]

Why does she remember this so clearly? It is because she had been keeping her dragonmark a secret. No one else knew about it. Well, she thought no one else knew about it. Evidently it isn’t as secret as she thought, though her uncle later reveals to her that only he and Sharis know of her Mark. It is also when he handed her the signet ring she wears on her finger and the travel papers that are in her pouch. To this day she finds herself amazed at the way her uncle managed to give her exactly what she wanted while still allowing her the chance to serve her House and Family. And with the way things appear to have been set up, no one but her and her uncle know he spoke to her of such things days before this “official” offer.

Aartash was still being hunted and with the help of some of her cousins, Jazira was able to send his assassins on a wild goose chase off to Karrnath while she made arrangements for them to flee to Sharn. Over the weeks it took for the man to heal up, the two had become friends. Jazira promised to see Aartash safely to Sharn and make sure nothing happened to him once he got there. That was three years ago that they arrived in Sharn and took up residence.

One of the first people they met was Eleniel (Elora’s PC), who was asked by Havakhad, the high priest of the Path of Light, to guide Aartash around the city. She also helped Aartash to buy a place in Overlook. He used up the last of his cash and together they went to work.

• She is much like a berserker when in battle. Being in combat is much like foreplay to her. She gets completely caught up in the bloodlust for the fight, but without loosing her head. She knows who are her allies and who are her enemies. She will hunt down an enemy with a single mindedness that tends to frighten those who are faint of heart. And it is almost impossible to get her to break off combat once she has engaged with the enemy.
• Serene, poised, full of quiet confidence, has an air of strength about her despite her lack of large muscles.
• Must meditate every morning to achieve the proper mental balance to achieve her maneuvers.
• Believes her Swordsage powers are tied in to her dragonmark. She even gets a physical reaction (dragonmark heats up) whenever she uses her SS powers.
• Believes it is important to strike first or at least strike quickly and painfully if she is to properly protect her charges. She tends to be so focused on protecting others that she forgets to protect herself; or rather she refuses to take away precious attention and dedication to protecting those she guards and put it on herself, or throws herself in the way to protect someone else without thinking of the consequences to herself. Actually, she knows the consequences, they just matter less to her than protecting her Charges.  
• NEVER drinks alcohol. It isn’t because she has a problem with it but because she considers herself as always being ‘on-duty.’

Typical Medani aloofness. Focused; very goal oriented.

She has an odd quirk, one she would NEVER mention out loud, but she finds those of the shorter races to be a bit unnerving. It seems wrong somehow that they should be so short, as if stunted by the gods or something. She has many friends who are halflings or dwarves and she isn’t racially prejudiced; it is simply something that bothers her and is slightly off-putting.

She is incredibly loyal to the kalashtar race and her belief in the Path of Light. She is not kalashtar but she is completely and fully dedicated to their cause and could be considered a Shadow Watcher. [RoE 57]

She scratches – A LOT!!! Well, not a lot, just all the time. She always seems to be scratching an elbow or shoulder, arm or knee, unless in the midst of battle. It isn’t anything completely noticeable. She doesn’t go after it like a dog goes after a flea. No, it’s more like an absentminded scratching, lasting only a couple of seconds. It seems that the older she gets the more dry her skin is and the more she scratches. She uses lotions and salves and has tried healing potions but nothing seems to help. The priests all say there is nothing wrong with her and yet no one can explain the itching. She once caught her uncle staring at her. He was watching as she scratched along the side of her arm and then her neck. She couldn’t understand the smug look on his face and he wouldn’t explain it when she asked about it. He said she must have imagined it. She knew she hadn’t. Still, whatever he was thinking he has kept to himself and to date she still doesn’t know whether it is an allergy or just dry skin that makes her skin itch quite frequently. (This will completely go away once she has a Siberys Mark.)