Here is Nimisheo, unicorn sorcerer and backwoods archer. She provides ranged support, line-of-sight healing, and a touch of wilderness acumen.

Backstory below:

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It had been long since there had been so much as a glimpse of the rare, shy creatures who once ran through the deep forests above the falls; but the folk of the dells and farmsteads below kept their memory alive. Some families still told tales of ancestors who had been devoted to the Lady of the Forest, an ancient divinity of secret glades and remotest wilderness. Those ancestors had been adherents of the old ways, so devoted in spirit and flesh that they had drawn noble companions to their side, with a sleek coat like rippling moonlight and a horn as pale as pearls.

Generations since had come and gone, and few outside the forests and dells now believed those tales; but the strength and gentle power of those pale horns had suffused the souls of those whom they had chosen to walk beside. The essence of that power, selfless and true, has remained in their descendants ever after—though long now that power has slept, and none know when or in whom it might reawaken.


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As the oldest of seven children, with a father constantly away on campaign, from her earliest years Nimisheo had taken on whatever responsibilities she could manage. At first she gathered herbs and fiddleheads from the woods just outside the farmyard; later she collected mushrooms and set snares, and took doves with a birder’s bow; and finally, when other girls her age were already married off, she was bringing down small game with her grandfather’s longbow. As her mother weakened under the constant pressure and toil, by necessity Nim grew keener and more accurate, until she could hit a hare from a hundred paces across a steep and wooded dell.

Her father had always fought for their local lord in local conflicts, barely supporting them with his scant pay; but when the Barons’ Peace brought those wars to a pause, her father had enlisted in a mercenary company, and marched off to some faraway land to fight in strangers’ wars. He had left with a promise that he would send money by trusted couriers, but no such money ever came—whether stolen, lost, debauched away or something worse, Nim and her mother had no idea. With half a dozen rowdy children to feed and a half-ruined farm to maintain, Nim watched as her mother crumpled from within, constantly fearing for her husband’s fate and despairing of keeping their home.

With no other choice before her, Nim arranged for a widowed cousin to stay with her family; and then she set out in search of her father—both in hopes that he might still be alive, and to give him a piece of her mind for leaving his wife and children unsupported. But as she begins her journey, a pernicious thought skulks in the back of her mind: if her father has fallen in battle, and if she can find definitive proof, then by his contract with the mercenary company Nim’s mother would be entitled to a small widow’s pension. It would be modest by the standards of most folk, a triviality to even a minor lord—but to Nim and her family, it might be all that keeps them from losing her grandfather’s farm.

A part of her hates herself for even thinking along these lines, calculating potential benefits before she’s certain of her father’s fate. But Nim is a second mother to her noisy brood of younger siblings, and their wellbeing and her mother’s is what drives her on. So as she steps into the unknown with her grandfather’s compass and bow, Nim is determined to find where her father is, and learn what has happened to him—because either way, her entire family is depending on her to ensure that they survive.