Come Sit.. I will give you a tale of becoming..
Hardened and Battleworn, wanting only to see my Village Once More..
I sit, severly injured in a small cavern of Ice and Snow I have found.. from the Raging
Snowstorm outside.
During my earlier Battle, with an Old Nemesis,"Gorr".. I found I have lost both my
Provisions and Healing Herbs for my Wounds.
I "Know Not" if I will survive this Injury..
As I huddle deep into my furs for warmth that is not there, I reflect back to the beginning
of "My Time" in this beautiful land of Crystal Ice & Blinding Snow.
I was Born on a night closely resembling this moment, as was told to me by my father
Lo'Rrin MacGuiness..
The night was frigid, with Snow blowing across our tiny village of Halas, closing our
passes to all travelers who may of wished passage granted to them.
My Father was distraught, he knew this was going to be a hard birth for my mother "Kahesha".
Alas, she is not of our hardy barbarian heritage.
My father's Shaman Drinel, friend and healer to our family, had been delayed in his trip
back to Halas. The pass was now closed.. All further help from him was lost to us!
As "Nature" must..
"I" came forth on this very night of our God's raging in the Heavens!
Upon the moment of my birth, the heavens split asunder! Lo'Rrin, awed by such an un-natural
force named his only child "Azzarria".. "Child of the Storm"
My Lovely mother Kahesha, being of frail health could not withstand the battering of my
birth, nor the forces of nature outside pounding on our icy door.
The God's giving me and taking her..
I will regret not meeting this beautiful woman!
I grew strong, learning well over the years with both my fathers teachings and Drinel's
mastery of his shaman arts.
As my Seasons came & went with vicious goblins always at our passes, I mastered the art of
weaponry & spells. As payment for this.. the God's granted me a wolf cub companion, to
guard my journeys across Norrathian lands & "I" - To guard his...
Azzarria looking down upon this beautiful snow white Creature, guarding her so closely for
his young seasons, named him "Ponpi'Kala" - "White Guardian".
I, being restless in my village these seasons past, went seeking my father. I told him of
my natural Calling to seek & hunt further out from our lands. AH! My heart near burst with
pain for the look that came upon my fathers face! We embraced..
As I stood back..looking fully upon the face of this gentle barbarian father, who would
fight & die to the death for his daughter & people, I still saw there his understanding. He
said, "Azzarria my beautiful & proud daughter", "Know This"..
"What you wish is not always what you get". "Sometimes it is much better".. "Sometimes much,
MUCH worse!". "Guard well these words!" "They will be your guidence from me until we meet again upon our
Ancestral Planes".
Shaken by her father's deep emotion and his words of guidence, I still was determined to
venture forth.
Destiny seemed to be calling her on the winds..
Azzarria could NOT resist!
Tall - Proud Azzarria stood very still in the dusky morning light by the lake edge before
leaving. Turning slowly.. Her deep blue eyes resting on every familiar hut & shop she had visited.. The warmth of her people, immense within!
Remembering small tales of each of these visits & the gentle barbarian people she loved so
well, she would hold them to her heart for strength and endurance.. Wishing that Fate had
chosen a different path for her to follow.
Chapter 1 - To be continued..
PS.. These stories have not been re-written, since the time I wrote them, so please.. be gentle in your opinions, if you have any to tell me

I am but a humble novice writer.. *note* "Novice" writer.. haha
My guild loved em anyway at the time..
Chapter 2 to follow shortly..
Modifié par KeeVasha, 12 décembre 2009 - 04:56 .