The girl grew up in the lands of Quel’thalas. In her family’s lovely estate. The Ashwood's were a well known house of powerful mages. Or at least they appeared that way. Beneath the layers of nobility and lies her father and Uncle, the heads of her house were formidable warlocks. She never understood why her parent’s fel arts were kept secret but she kept the secrets as well. Less she be punished.
At a young age Syrannah understood her place in her family. The forgotten daughter, with a low affinity for magic and an even lesser desire to learn. Her mother acted like the girl didn’t exist from the start. The maids took care of her as an infant. Her father used her as a decorative piece. A lovely item atatched to their family portrait. He wouldn’t try to teach the girl who had failed him time and time again with the simplest of spells. So Syrannah was left to her bedroom, alone with her things and Piper her childhood companion. A ferret that she kept as a pet.
Years later Syrannah would find her courage. After meeting a merchant’s son who prompted thoughts of freedom in her head, she would plot her escape. Still an adolescant she would flee from her parents, escape to silvermoon and leave everything behind her. Including the Ashwood name.
Life on the streets did not treat Syrannah kindly. She soon became malnourished and haggard. Barely surviving. Yet she endured and refused to return to Quel’Thalas. So used, was she, to the luxury of a nobel lifestyle that she hardly knew how to fend for herself at all. As fate would have it she would come into the company of a man known as Quinneras Sol’Melorn. The assassin made the young woman his apprentice and she was shown a knew life in his wake.
As Syrannah grew so did her skills. It wasn’t long until Quinn would not only take her on as a partner, but as a lover as well. The two shared in a harmoneous relationship, completely intune with one another. For a time Syrannah believed life to be perfect. But all good things must end. Quinn would be murdered and Syrannah would be thrust back into the world on her own. Of course now she had a name for herself. Alone and heart broken at the loss of her first love she went on to continue Quinn’s work. Though she would not take his name as she felt it sacred.
