I want to be a Warrior -
I don't quite recall what it was that drew me to her. The sparkle in
her eye. The spring in her step. I don't quite recall, and that's something
I regret. Irregardless, it was to her that I made a beeline, only to have my
stomach lurch and fearful hesitancy grip me at the last moment. And so it
was that I simply quietly followed her around for a while. For the better
part of the day, all truth be told.
Now I'm a pretty shy girl. Always have been. And even though I now
bear various political titles and trappings and am one of the realms foremost
official figures, I'm still a very shy girl at heart. It took me a long
while to gather up the courage to speak with her, it was a hard, hard thing
Standing there, in her Cotehardie and matching Shagreen boots, her
midnight hair tied back into a ponytail, Miss Nahnia made for a very imposing
figure. Especially to a wee lass such as myself, wandering around barefoot
in what I would later learn Nahnia lovingly called the "Pumpkin Dress".
To this day, I don't believe I ever actually asked her the oft heard
"Can you guide me?". I don't know if there was something that simply went
unspoken between us, the fact I was a simple peasant, or the fact that
Deoch's Spark had so recently been consuming folk as though wildfire. In the
end, I don't suppose it matters much anyways.
Nahnia did indeed guide me.
When we were at the Temple, she kept stressing that I shouldn't walk
around much on the runes enscribed upon the floor. Though they sapped my
life, I was in no danger I thought. I would learn much, much later, that
those runes were once upon a time, very deadly, and that more than one person
had been sent to Sgrios in pursuit of a Path.
It's fair enough to assume that I came away from the experience a
Warrior. A "Warrioress" as Nahnia liked to call us. From the guiding, we
flowed into a pseudo-tutorial. (We didn't have the tutorial when I was
little.) Nahnia showed me about, and bought me the equipment I would need to
make good my profession. I promised I would pay her back, though she said I
needn't. After having set me up with a whole host of equipment, I was off
and running. Visiting the Mileth Crypt for the first time, eager to go out
and make a name for myself.
Eager to make Nahnia proud.
"The Fist of Gramail"
Champion of Temuair
- Praetor Demagogue of Rucesion