Maya La Miyari

Maya La Miyari walks the line between what is considered the mundane and the forbidden within the Empire of the Jade Eye. To most who meet her, she is an unremarkable figure in the Empire of the Jade Eye, where her quiet demeanor and simple clothing make her seem like just another face in the crowd. Yet beneath this modest exterior lies a mind alight with curiosity and a soul driven by the call of the arcane. In an empire where magic is outlawed, she dares to explore its mysteries, uncovering ancient texts and whispers of long forgotten civilizations.

Spider's Servant

At the heart of Maya’s secret life lies her faith in Anuitac, the Great Spider, a deity she believes spins the fabric of time and fate. Her devotion is quiet but unwavering. A small tattoo of a spider on her wrist serves as a constant reminder of who she serves, though it remains hidden beneath her sleeve. Around her neck hangs an amulet of delicate craftsmanship, its lines flowing like silk spun into metal. She keeps it concealed, yet its weight against her skin is a comfort, a reminder that she is never truly alone in her quest. To Maya, magic is a sacred gift, not something to be feared or suppressed. She believes it is her duty to uncover the truths of the ancient world, to weave the strands of lost magic back into the fabric of life.

Humble Home

Maya’s house sits quietly on a cliff near Xinta Beach, just beyond the watchful eyes of the Imperial Academies and Jade Eye. It is a modest home, unremarkable in appearance, with weathered stone walls and a roof of woven palm that blends seamlessly with the surrounding landscape. Inside, the space is sparse but functional, designed for a life of solitude. Beneath the floorboards, however, lies her true sanctuary: a hidden basement carved into the earth. This secret chamber is her laboratory, library, and arcane study, its walls lined with shelves overflowing with tomes that would be forbidden within the empire, arcane scrolls, and jars of strange ingredients. In one corner, illuminated by the soft flicker of enchanted candles, stands a small shrine to the Weaver. Fashioned by Maya’s own hand, the shrine is adorned with delicate carvings of spiders and threads.