Nethhala von Rosthorn

Nethhala Von Rosthorn is the daughter of Voicemail Von Rosthorn and younger sister of Kash Von Rosthorn. She is known as the face of Nethbucks and founder of Siren Brewing Co., subsidiaries of Rosthorn Co. Ltd. They have locations scattered across central Eldham, such as Velenu, Ruddersdam, Willowreach and Arroforn. She is also responsible for the construction of Cottonmouth Crik of Ruddersdam, which provides provisions across Gardenia. She is among the Flourian High Council of Gardenia, and Baroness of the region Camelonia, ancestral home of the long lost Ankhalogists. As an infamous bandit, she is the shadowy hand of the Rosthorn Syndicate in Eldham.

Early Life
Nethhala was born in Plaguedonia sometime during the early days of Rathnir. Having been orphaned as a young child, she learned to survive by any means necessary. She would eventually catch the attention of King Voicemail as a child in Plaguedonia after committing tax fraud, leading him to adopt her as his second child. Having grown up in the House of Rosthorn since her earliest days, she is ruthlessly loyal to the family name and has little passion for those outside of it.

Escape from Rathnir
When Plaguedonia ultimately fell to Bardonian invasion, Nethhala and her family sought refuge in their northeastern neighbor of Skjoldrbrodir. The family remained in a bunker constructed under the sea as the Bardonians ransacked their former home. Here is where Voicemail became close with the Jarl Gustavas Vilhorn, and would come together to settle the city of Ruddersdam in Eldham. During this time, Nethhala came to think of Gustavas as an uncle, and a Rosthorn in all but name. He would teach her the art of brewing at a young age, leading to her commitment as an alcoholic, as most of her family is.

During the early days of Ruddersdam, Nethhala would work as a bartender in the Grand Uldaresh Hotel, built by her father Voicemail. Here she would make connections to Vulpinia through serving Gustavas' misters and mistresses, often Vuls, as well as coworkers DangSage and RJ. Its is claimed a great many murders took place in the mysterious hotel, however Nethhala denies any such allegations or involvement in them.

Developing a brand
After the construction of the Grand Uldaresh Hotel was completed by Voicemail, Nethhala would be gifted a land of her own to the east of the city. Nethhala and her family would proceed to decimate the remains of a Lemurian farm and erect their own, more sophisticated, farm. This farm would come to be known for its nearby creek, Cottonmouth Crik, and would provide provisions for all of Ruddersdam. The farm would come to produce marketable goods such as horses, meat, crops and more. With this, Nethhala has acquired the means to start her own brewing company, Siren Brewing Co. She would enter an agreement with her father to become a subsidiary of Rosthorn Co. Ltd, granting her the means to produce a mass amount of brewing goods in Eldham. Her cafe chain, Nethbucks, would become a popular shop in places such as Willowreach, Ruddersdam, Boardwalk, even as far as Vulthalla.

She would also run a successful stable out of Cottonmouth known as the Rosewood Stables, breeding the fastest horses in Eldham. Gifted to her by her uncle Gustavas were one of the four horses of the Apocalypse, the Horse Of Famine. Being one of the fastest horses in all Eldham, and capable of laying cities to waste through its power of mass drought, she keeps it close in the stables. However, its offspring with inherited speed are available for sale with no danger of starvation!

Rosthorn Inherited Madness
However, after acquiring a substaintial wealth, as with all of her family members, madness crept in. Von Rosthorns have never been known for sanity, and Nethhala was no different. After being robbed on the farm by an unknown bandit, Nethhala became increasingly paranoid about the wellbeing of the family's riches. She would erect extreme security precautions around her farm hoping to deter any wanderers, hostile or not. Nethhala, having grown up in a loveless and viciously greedy family as the Rosthorns, she had little empathy for others. What one might call "Chaotic Evil". She decided from a young age that if you can't beat them, join them. And then maybe beat them to death after that. This attitude would lead her to begin doing business with less favorable types, and entering into Eldham's illicit substance trade. With her established distribution network, the family Rosthorn entered into a contract with the SAMCRO cartel of Vulthalla to distribute and produce illicit substances across Eldham. These would be the beginnings of the Rosthorn Family Crime Syndicate.

Yuletide with the Rosthorns
On Christmas of 2021, the Rosthorns would gather at Cottonmouth Crik for a spectacular gathering. Together they decorated the farm for the season in yuletide fashion, and enjoyed Hot Cocoa and Eggnog together. Perhaps a little Good Kush too.

Eventually a mysterious stranger would arrive at their door... offering a long sought after gift for the Rosthorns if they were to entertain him. The mysterious stranger would even bring giant phantoms to their doorstep!

The Rosthorns would dine the fine gentleman, taking him on a tour of their many estates. They filled him with Lazodi Fried Chicken, Hot Chocolate and even Dark Chocolate Liquer. There were long talks on Eldham politics, and the many secrets of the Rosthorns. This stranger, who calls himself Moyye, would become a true friend of the Rosthorns, and gifted Nethhala an early wedding gift of the great Camel by Camel record. Considered a holy artifact of an idol Nethhala calls "Ankha".

The Goon Feud
One day, Nethhala had been given a tip that a small town in Redoriv was fairly unguarded, and ripe for pillaging. She took off on a lone mission to pillage the village in her handcrafted Skjoldish-made drakkar. She would arrive at the beaches of Redoriv after only a few short nights, and scouted the woods for the following few days. She would eventually catch one of the locals foraging in the woods, and upon attacking them, they led her straight to the village. She stood at the gates, shouting "PIGGY PIGGY, LET ME IN!" The locals probably thought she was mad, and how right they were. She would demand they send her a sacrifice to feed on, and they obliged, fearing she may eventually tear down their gates.

Only a day later, she would receive a pigeon from one of the locals, telling her he would let her in if she promised to spare him. She swore to him she would do so, so she returned to the small village. The gates were wide open, this was her oppurtunity. She rushed in, cutting down any she could find, but she soon found herself caught in a trap. Suddenly, she was set upon by Goons of Goonsguard, and taken prisoner by one of their Goons. She spent days gaining the trust of this Goon, until finally their journeys led her home. She was brought to the Rosewood manor as a servant to the goons, but little did they know they had taken her straight home. Voicemail, immediately recognizing his daughter, plotted to have her captors executed in their home. Clufiy Ainfer, a close friend to the family and sole member of their cadet branch the Ainfers, killed his cousin's captors and freed her. However, they hadn't realized they had angered the entire nation of Goonsguard in a single dinner party. Shortly after being freed, Nethhala and her family were brutally attacked by a mob of goons exacting revenge on their home.

The Rosthorns were deeply offended by this act. They were deeply enraged that their ego had been underestimated in such a way, so they set out to recon Goonsville. Together with her associate, the Rosthorns would discover a worksite and slaughter the workers there, as a message to the Goons. This was the beginning of a long-running feud. Over the following weeks, the Goons would raid the Rosthorn properties of Ruddersdam, and force the Rosthorns to go into hiding in their own lands. They continued to plot a scheme to raid Goonsville, and dispose of its leader, a tyrannical and malevolent goon. These plans remained plans, however, and the feud stands at a stalemate to this day.

The Exile of Nethhala
For many moons, the Rosthorns experienced a period of peace. They comfortably developed their business and infrastructure in their home of Ruddersdam. During this time, Nethhala studied Ankhalogy and exercised aggressive methods of spreading the word of her Goddess. It wasn’t before long, her anti-ratist rhetoric reached rat ears. Before long, a Holy War was called on her fledgling religion, largely due to underlying politics in Skjold between the goons. Upon hearing the news, panic stirred in the Rosthorn home. It was decided, the only safe course of action for her was to go into hiding, and disguise her identity. Many had it out for the infamous family, but there was strength in the union of the few.

While in hiding, she was indeed visited by a few vulpinian suitors. One of which was Jolly, a royal of the Vulperium. They had a short lived love, and some might even say vile affection. It seemed as though Nethhala had an unnatural hatred for his kind, meanwhile Jolly seemed obsessed with the idea of her motherhood. Safe to say, it did not last long.

Nethhala's return from Exile
After Skjold had banished her religion out of fear, she knew her home, the very nation she grew up in, was no longer safe for her. For a long time, she remained hidden and secluded in the Rosthorn Manor. Months passed, and all she could do was read or write, documenting her knowledge of Ankhalogy so that it may be remembered. However, she had a little glimmer of hope in seeing her new beloved Jolly. He would bring her freshly caught rats for her, and even let her cook a chunk of his thigh once. He loved her so deeply, she’d do anything for him, even ask her butler to perform a ritual to have her transformed into a Vul. This curse is said to have affected on of her recently passed relatives, Serbanstein, who was transformed into a vul practically overnight. DangSage, the butler, having studied the condition, used his ancient sorcery of Carcass-magics to transmutate her into an anthropomorphic fox. They were madly in love, some might even say insanely, and maybe somewhat toxic. But it was ok. They had each other.

Except Jolly realized he actually didn’t like Nethhala so much anymore, neither as his torturer nor a fox lady. What they had fell apart, all because of his mother’s expectations for him.

Neth was now heartbroken, oppressed, and terribly depressed. Not to mention quite literally transmutated. She fled into the woods, and despite her family’s attempts to capture and cure her, to no avail. She stumbled through the woods, following a brackish river she drank from out of desperation. She was starving, terrified and becoming increasingly ill from the sight of her reflection. Until she stumbled upon a mesa one morning, glistening in the rising sun. Standing high and proud, she saw the silhouette of the Goddess she thought had forsaken her. She took shelter here, hearing whispers in the night, unsure of what was real or delusion. She prayed day and night to the grass before her in the temple, believing the Cat may give her nourishment and strength once again.