A glimpse of how I became who I am...
Then one morning I awoke with a start. I found myself wrapped in a course rope net, being dragged from my tree. I was roughly tossed in the back of a cart. After a short trip, I was dumped, bruised and sore, onto the floor of a dirty, smelly, dark cabin.

"What 'ave ye t'ere?"
"I caught one of 'em"
The cabin filled with a deep, creepy laughter. I curled myself up into a ball, and prayed for someone or something to save me. "Oh please, let this all be a nightmare" I thought over and over again.
"We better get to work afore t'e Lord sees we're not"
"T'ink she'll be alright in here by 'erself?"
"Yeah, we'll just lock t'e door"
"I can't wait to play wi'er"
"I get 'er first. I caught 'er"
The door closed behind their insidious laughter with a click of the lock.

When I was sure I was alone, I worked my way free of the net. I searched the room, but found nothing of interest: 2 stinking cots, a dirty chamber pot, and a rough-hewn chair. I was too small to reach the doorknob. Plus it was the first time I had ever seen one. I didn't understand it. I curled up in a ball under the chair with the slim hopes that they would forget about me by the time they got home. No such luck. They roughly had their way with me in turn, together, doing things to my poor little body I had never imagined. My life became a dark horror. I don't know how long this went on for I lost track of time in my dark prison. By now my heart had become a little glowing coal of hatred.


"Ok it's time to sell 'er"
"Sell 'er? What fer? She's still fresh"
"T'at's what fer, fool. We won't get anyt'in' for'er if she's ruined.'
"But-"
"I'll catch anot'er, never fear."

That night I was bound and gagged. He tossed me into a rough burlap sack. Even in my discomfort, I found I was able to sleep. Some hours later, we were surrounded by noise, animal sounds, laughter and squeals, stomping feet and hooves. I was unceremoniously dumped out of the bag. He cut off my gag and dumped a bucket of cold water over me to rinse off the grime. I blinked into the daylight, blinded. I didn't even know when was the last time I'd seen the sun. My golden skin had become a translucent alabaster since I'd last seen the light of day. I was poked, prodded and picked over by any number of humanoids. In the end, I was lead away on a leash by a tall, silver-haired human.

He placed me gently in the saddle of a huge horse, before climbing in behind me. He wrapped me in his cloak, holding me tightly to him. We rode away from the slave market. By late afternoon, we arrived at my new home. He jumped off the horse, bundled me up in his cloak and carried me inside his great house. I was depositted into a lavish suite and the gentle care of two older dryads.
"Bathe her, dress her wounds, make sure she gets something good to eat, and some real rest," commanded my new master to the two dryads.
That was the last I saw of him for a week.

I soon learned that the two dryads were named Chandria and Zaffiria. Both were ebon-haired , sapphire-eyed beauties who took very good care of me. They made sure I had plenty of fruits and vegetables to eat. I was soaked in soothing baths and put to bed in silken sheets. They tried to get me to talk to them, but I just glowered in response. My heart was still cold and filled with hatred.

Cavell, my new master, began visiting me regularly. He started my training slowly, gently. Sometimes he used his ebon-haired beauties as examples. Soon it was just he and I alone. He taught me such pleasures as I'd never dreamed of. Through physical pleasure he brought me out of my cold shell. He stoked the little cinder of my heart into a raging fire of passion, lust and greed. Slowly I began to talk. When he knew he had won my loyalty, Cavell let Chanie and Zaffi show me about the house. They showed me a game room where they loved to play dice and cards, but I found I preferred the library. While they giggled and played with each other, I honed my mind. Cavell realized I would never be a mere plaything. Again, he bundled me up in his cloak, holding me close as we rode to Sable.

Those who have made an impression on my life
Gadiantor Klarion, the Pyrotechnic
Gads and I were so close shortly after I first joined the guild. We were almost inseperable when we were both awake. We even shared a cot in the guild before he built his cabin. He was then and forever will be one of my favorites. In my absence though, he says he has changed. I fear I have lost him to another.... Reguardless, we shall alwyas remain dear friends. ...And then again, I have been wrong before.

Belair, the Respected Bishop of Bast
Oh Belair, with his spikey, vermillion hair and malachite green eyes wearing that long, black cloak (or not *grins*) he is a feast for the eyes. And then that mind behind the facade is feast for your intellect. Surely a gift from the goddess herself sent to guide us mortals to her. He is the guiding force in my supplication.

Jupicia, the Respected Bishop of Bast
Another redheaded, green-eyed servant of Bast. Hmmm Sensing a bit of a trend here... She is a beautiful Elf who helps in my times of need and celebrates my joys and triumphs with me.

The Psion who blew up my head
I don't remember who you are, but you have certainly made an impression on me. You were the cause of my first visit to Mortis. Now whenever I feel that power flow through the Collective Mind, I shudder and feel the need to find a safe place to hide.

Barandis Alarion, the Synaptic Slasher
Meeting Barandis has been one of the best things to happen to me. He is wonderfully supportive. He and I see eye to eye on many topics I believe. I think we shall have a long and prosperous friendship. More than just a friendship, as of Tempest 9, 246 Barandis has become my husband.

Loekiya Anahna-Fey Waldmichen, the Mender of Souls
One of those rare human beauties, Loe seems completely oblivious to the fact that she usually has a train of men following her around. Barandis introduced us, and I was a little uncertain at first. But her dark soul and unselfish, giving nature quickly seduced me.

Rowgor the Quest Knight
Look out boys for there is a new man in town. Our paths may not be a perfect match, but he is the sweetest man. His charm, concern and caring have won me over. And the fact that he is devastatingly attractive doesn't hurt either. Those blue eyes with that black hair and a fighters build... Yum!

Samadhi, the Synaptic Slasher
My former guildmaster.... What can I say about Samadhi? We became very close. He asked me to live with him. Our happiness was brief, but yet again I find I have put my trust in the wrong hands. Suffice to say, I'll not be anyone's dirty little secret.

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