Nas Dac was born to a small congregation of Strix within a particularly arid mountainous region of the Old World and took her last name from the group of Nightgliders who had joined the group for safety from the generally unforgiving landscape. The living structures that those Strix lived in stretched deep into old dwarven ruins, and traversing into the depths became a bit of a coming of age for the group of sky-inclined peoples. Nasdac, along with a group of her peers, descended one day to prove themselves and distract them from their generally pleasant, but idle, lives. The experience was eye-opening, as the twisting tunnels and intricate stonework boggled the mind and confused the senses.
It was not all alluring though, because before the group had known it, they had treaded a little too far into the tunnels and could not determine a way out. Claustrophobic and foolhardy, Nasdac pushed ahead, and promised to go searching for an exit. She had initially believed her night-vision and initiative would miraculously provide her with the tools needed to breach the surface, but as it was more likely, she continued to delve deeper into the ruins. The caverns became more unfamiliar, the stonework older and malformed, and the tunnels increasingly tighter. And then, an opening. Nasdac pushed past the hole she would certainly not be able to go back through, and discovered the chamber she was in contained the workings of a workshop, although many of the items being studied were old and broken. Grabbing a few manuscripts that detailed the construction of what was called a firearm, she continued to search for an exit.
Stumbling up to the surface took longer than she had planned, and night had fallen. In a stroke of good luck, she had emerged a few miles away from the entrance, and arrived back at the mountain home to see that most of her peers had found a way out of the cave. Keeping the blueprints/manuscripts close to her, she became familiar with every part of the subject it described, and even went so far as to crudely replicate it after several years of studying. She parted ways with her mountain home to search for similar artefacts, with the intent to return home with her findings.
After a few months spent searching and varied luck exploring the world outside, she returned to her village only to find it had been subsumed in a regional conflict with the expanding human civilization that had pierced the valley and were slowly moving closer and closer to the mountain. They came in the name of peace, and yet the emissaries sent only seemed interested in the ruins the Strix group sat upon, and the possible discoveries found in their depths. At 20 Nasdac took up the struggle and put her firearm knowledge to work but found herself maintaining the lives of her peers rather than being the first to get into skirmishes with the opposition. She practiced field medicine and stole supplies from nearby settlements with a quickness, and earned a title for herself among the populace. Eventually, the fights fizzled out, and resistance faltered, and Nas Dac was forced to split town at risk of death to her and her peers. It is then that she travelled to the New World in the hopes of finding an easier environment to live in, away from the constant warfare that her previous land was steeped in.