------------- Lacy’s Leathers - Dylen

When people think of the Pouarr Elves, they normally have a single image in their minds; the wide open, grassy plains of the Kingdom of Farston, lodges of cured animal hides, and a menagerie of bearwolves, horses, buffalo, elk, bears, hawks, and great cats nearby. Most of the time, they’d be right. Most Pouarr live in great, wandering tribes, ranging from the Central to the Western Barriers, north of the swamps of Hellenia to just south of the Western Erg of the Symballan Empire. But some, the very rare few, find their way into civilized lands. Even fewer stay there.

Dylen Rider would likely have been a powerful warrior, even a chieftess in her own lands. Instead, she traveled west until she saw the ocean, and north until she saw snow. Somewhere along the way, she settled down. Beautiful, busty, and just a tad over five feet tall, but possessing the natural musculature of her race, she could have become anything. What she really wanted to do, though, was adventure. She had heard stories told around tribal campfires of the great Pouarr adventurers; the Warchief Drannitaris Bearwolf, the great Sage Rider Greywalker, and others. And always those images lived in her dreams. As her skills developed, she became a swashbuckler, always one step ahead of the law or an angry wife. Eventually, her Pouarr wild and untamed spirit sought a new direction, sex. One thing led to another. She learned the arts of the Erotic. But even that was a means to an end. After years of exposure to humans and their ways, she learned what she really wanted to be was a Dare Devil.

But life is what happens while you’re making other plans. Dylen ended up in New Calladon, a haven for mercenaries and venture companies. But there was no adventure to be found for a busty, five foot two female Pouarr with no military training and no guild membership. Having been chased off of land everywhere she went, what she really needed was money so she could get her guild papers. Depressed and almost broke, she came upon Night Tracks. The headliner saw in her something. Sure, she couldn’t dance, but her singing voice was solid, even if her repertoire was somewhat barbarian. Lacy put her in the show as a novelty act, a busty, singing acrobat. Naturally, when Lacy decided to start her own venture Company, Dylen was at the top of the list of recruits.

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