Mary Lavenza Gothique: Daughter of a low noble family, Bard, first master of the Bardic Writers.  

Nicknames: The Lady in the Dark, The Heartkeeper, The Mourner, The Gothic, The Mind of Gothique and The Mistress of Quill.  

Mary Lavenza Gothique while many speak of the great Bards such as the first Casimiro Cigno who wrote music that could make even the Gods weep or Aourell Hathwaye who’s paintings brought down mountains and coated cities in infernos of flame. The few great masters of the Bardic lore while most have relatively meager power few Bards have wielded such power as Mary Gothique. The First Bard to pen a novel with her powers who founded the Bardic Order of the Pen, and on the completion of her book; Stonecraft. Like most Bards who pen novels the casting of it killed her but, while most create a new world where their consciousness rules as a god in their own sub plane Mary Gothique’s words burned into Ithia a great continent painted in darkness, shadow, and deep fog. She lingers in every rustling wind, every sound in the dark, every creaking floor, she serves as a narrator of a land of dark brooding atmosphere. Those who have made it home swear they sometimes see the pale spectral form of Mary atop a lone tower that has stood since the creation where her body and the remains of her lover and lost children were buried by Zatolen. The land now known as Gothique is said to be her body now and she lives on as a Spirit of the Macabe and Creativity. 

Mary Lavenza Gothique was said to be plain, dark haired, pale, and highly intelligent. Pain and loss drew her to the expressions of the darkness of self and soul. She pursued what she wanted regardless of propriety and lived her life to its fullest never letting her regrets keep her down. She found her love already wed and stayed his mistress until his wife passed and they wed, plagued by multiple miscarriages and lost her love to the wrath of Zale. His body was recovered and cremated, and his heart somehow survived the fires. She kept it close preserved and used it to focus her pain into words that would out last great empires, entire species, and all the disdain of her peers. Some say the creation of her Bardic masterpiece was a vengeance against the God of Love and Sea who stole away her husband by removing a large section of her waters. Now in her tomb at the heart of Gothique she has been reunited in death, by Zatolen’s hands, with her lost family to live in eternal dreams.