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Seredetia Ronandas
My birth name is Ainsley Seredetia Ronandas, but most often I go by Seredetia
(Sara-desh-ee-uh) or Sere (Sara) (with Ronandas meaning docile warrior). I
was born in the village of Flornask forty-five years ago today. My life was not
as easy as some may think it to be, and I will attempt to explain. We
lived on a grassy hill in a small home provided by the town's most respected
officer, Gherdash. Gherdash had been very close to our family, and in
times my father could not provide for us, Gherdash would.
My father was Alavide Ronandas, and he was a great warrior. No, he was not a
great fighter, but he was a wonderful warrior. He fought along the fiercest
fighters in his ranks when time called for it, but when he was at home safe he
loved and cherished all of his children. Though we were not a rich family,
he always made sure we were properly clothed and fed.
Olevian was my mother. She was a kind soul, but oft spent her days away from
home in lands I'll never know or see. My siblings and I still loved her, despite
the fact that we hardly ever saw her. She enjoyed tending to the gardens when
she was at home - we had such beautiful roses.
Savoritie was my brother, and I enjoyed his company dearly. He had come into
this world a bastard bore of an elven lass my father had met a few years after
my birth. I believe his presence was the reason my mother was so oft away from
home, though she never spoke it freely. Savoritie was a mischievous brat to say
the least, but we tolerated him and loved him as if he were pure blood.
Then there was me amidst all of this: a homely little child with scraggly light
brown hair. I was born with one eye the color of the bluest sky and another the
color of a murky brown pond; My skin the fairest white. I was innocent and
small, the result of a marriage due to a rowdy night at the local pub. I looked
much like a human child through my first eight years of life, and was most oft
the subject of the children poking fun.
The only language I had ever learned was that of the giantman tongue, and our
village was a military town with no need for written language. Some of the
merchants and traders knew how to write a few scarce words, but the majority
could not even write their name, me included.
I found my way to Wehnimer's Landing after Gherdash had me banished from
Flornask because of my militant actions against the Havoshiks (troll-like beings
with firey magicks).
A few years after settling down within the walls of the Landing, my brother had
gone terribly mad. He spoke of terrors within him, and of his life falling apart
with his fiance Kellorenah. Soon after his body was taken over by evil spirits
and drowned in the waterfall by the Shore of Dreams. Shortly before the
occurrence, however, his ring of engagement was passed to me and I keep it close
to me still.
I have been married three times since I've been within these lands, and engaged
two times more than that. I never have found my hold on life, but I keep living
as if I will. Until I do find what it is I'm supposed to do, I will spend my
days in Ta'Vaalor...overlooking the Mistydeep.
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