Ona of Ozmora

Ona is elven, a member of the ancient race whose homeland of Ozmora came to ruin eons ago. Now she travels the world, aiding the younger races of Allaca and shapeshifting to survive their malice. She is one of the last of her kind and one of few sorceresses still living. Many seek her services and her power sometimes in a very literal sense.

Ona's face darkened as she demanded, "Why do you care so much about protecting the humans? And yet, you let Ozmora fall!" She was pleased by the guilty silence that followed, and if there had been a door to dramatically exit, she would have. But she knew she was in a room with no doors and no windows, but for the circular skylight above. And according to Mizra, she wasn't even on the planet anymore. Perhaps they were floating in space.

Ona was trapped, held there by magick, by a power so immense, it was beyond her reckoning. She was a fly railing in anger at the giant whose fist she squirmed...