Someday, after I get some of these random memories and visions of my prior existence straightened out in my mind, I shall be eager to tell my tale. For now, let it suffice for me to say, that I was once a woman of the bow, as I am now, but enjoyed the solitariness of my own company in the forests of my home land. At some point in my life, I must have had a calling to put up my bow in exchange for a lute, to forever wander the lands sharing my tales and songs. Then, just rather recently, I heard a call telling me to take up the bow once again and join up in arms against a new (to me) evil. In a daze, I awoke as if from a long deep sleep to find myself surrounded by people. I was afraid at first, not recognizing anything around me and not least of all my own body. But these people were kind and explained that I was in a land known as Dereth, in a small town known as Glendenwood. They too, had answered a strange summons and were prepared to help me should help then when the need arose. One such, a man with hair the color or molten lava, was particularly kind. He too was an archer, and had been for much longer than all my years with a bow in my hand. He recognized that had come from an overly peaceful prior existence and held out his hand to me in an offer of strength and protection. In this land of so much violence, death, and tyranny, I foreswore my life and obedience to him, in exchange for his training and protection. He has been a most compassionate and worthy Master.
-Aytalya of Darktide
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I'll Follow Him (dedicated to my Lord and Patron) By Aytalya of Darktide
When first I came here bleary eyed,
If there's one thing here that I don't regret,
That first day, back in Glendenwood,
If there's one thing here that I can't regret,
He gave me food and he gave me a bow.
If there's one thing here that I won't regret,
He works me hard to make me strong,
If there's one thing here that I never regret,
Master, teacher, friend so dear. |
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