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Created 08/04/2002
Status Inactive
Race Elf
Classes Cleric
Last Seen 2004
Followed Cordir

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Elf [       Cl: 1       ] Persephone the Elf Maiden                               08/04/2002
Elf [    Wa: 7 Cl: 9    ] Persephone walks the path of the Wyrm                   08/11/2002
Elf [    Wa:10 Cl: 9    ] Persephone: terribly honest little warric of -fate-     09/02/2002
Elf [    Cl:17 Wa:15    ] Persephone: terribly honest little warric of -fate-     03/30/2003
Elf [    Cl:18 Wa:15    ] Persephone: terribly honest little warric of -fate-     05/25/2003
Elf [    Cl:22 Wa:20    ] Persephone Tasty Subway Train of *Fate*                 08/16/2004

Character History:

I suppose I could begin this missive within the standard format…something like " I was a happy child, from a loving family", or maybe " I was an abused, unfortunate child". However, even at this formative stage in my story a problem arises. I was never a child. Not really. Just a very small adult.

I was born, so I am told, to a great warrior, a hero to his people and very well known (I'll not mention his name, if it so please my reader, as I have discovered such an action to be unwise and quite unsafe). His rather plain but incredibly charming young wife and he were ecstatic when the village Nurse diagnosed her illness as nothing more than little ole me. The entire village celebrated and my parents were showered with gifts from peasant and noble alike.

Here my fortune turned. (Yes I know, before I was even born, how Fate does try us, even early in life). As I said, my father was a hugely popular hero. HIS misfortune was that you can't please all the people all the time, and a certain very unpleasant warlord dispised him with a passion. It could have been all about the ravaging and pillaging done in this warlord's name that my father had thwarted. Or it could have been simply the hatred of the evil for the good, I haven't a clue. But what it did turn out to be was my father's death sentence. And very nearly my own.

Here the story becomes unclear, as those who later were entrusted with my care did not have details. What is clear is that all but one distant cousin of my family were slaughtered, my mother only hours after my birth. Spirited away by the wife of my father's brother-in-arms, my own life came precariously close to being taken almost before it had begun. I am told the warlord's mercenaries attacked while my mother was birthing me, and were held off only by the will, and the blood, of my father and almost all of my father's faithful men.

The woman took me to the priests of an arcane order who were in a village not dangerously close to my home. The priests agreed to shelter me on the condition, that they take what steps they deemed necessary to not bring attack upon them. Of course, the woman agreed. And thus, only hours old, did my unchildhood begin.

I was taken into this priesthood and made one of them. This included having my hair shorn when it did come in. And it included being raised as a boy in all ways. No one ever mentioned any difference between me and the young novitiates around me, and as nudity was not allowed (a tenent of the priesthood) I never noticed anything either. Until I was 12 years old. I lived happily among the priests until then, as happily as one could when learning is your entire life. My every minute was filled with lessons in the arcane magics of the priests, and I was an apt pupil. I was not punished overmuch, and because I did well, I was for the most part, ignored. Happy enough, then.

Happy that is, until it began to be clear to me that something was wrong. I was becoming quite different from my brothers. My body was swelling in odd places, and one day, I almost died of fright thinking I had some evil illness that caused things to…bleed. As I sat, rigid with fear in my cell, the High Priest of the order visited me, and explained dispassionately, my history…the fact that I was not a priest of this order but the daughter (not the son) of a hero…the fact that my real name was Persephone, given me by the wife of my father's man so long ago, in the hopes that come the spring time of my life I too could walk the warm earth and find my fortune….and the fact that now that I was so obviously becoming what did not belong with them, I must go. They had done all they could for me, and now my life, such as it was, was my own.

So there I was, 12 years old, fairly well versed in the magic of the sect, but with no practical experience. The blood of my hero father in my veins wouldn't buy me a cup of the local spice. And not a friend in the world, not a relative, not even an acquaintance not of the Order( and now blocked from me by a stone wall and a cold, unyielding belief system). Plopped into a world that was strange and wonderful and huge and sometimes unfriendly, Fate it seemed had touched me again. She seemed to have a way of doing that I noticed, as I dejectedly went over my own short story. There was nothing to do now, but seek her out, as I felt she had done me. I dried my tears, faced toward the sunrise, and started my journey, alone as I had entered the world, dreaming of no longer running from, but walking hand in hand, with Fate.


Persephone says (in common), 'I would harken back to my beginnings, and always help young clerics in any way I can, when I see a need'.
Persephone says (in common), 'With both knowledge of our common craft and of the realm..l.'.
Persephone says (in common), 'and also with whatever may be at my disposal, either items, gold food, spells...'.
Persephone says (in common), 'I would also do my part to eradicate those great evils of any world, hunger and disease'.
Persephone says (in common), 'Well, the monks who raised me always taught me to be truthful...'.
Persephone says (in common), 'Maybe in keeping with that...'.
Persephone says (in common), 'I should always be truthful, or say nothing'.
Persephone says (in common), 'that should keep me quiet'.


  • Persephone was sponsored into the Chosen by Furnock.

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07/20/2003: [ 11] Persephone: Cygnus Fjust / Sun Jul 20 21:06:22 2003 / To followers of: Cordir / Walked into a room where Cygnus was fireballing. I think it was an accident. Didn't seem like he cared too much about dieing, he was all but naked. - Persephone

07/31/2003: [ 11] Persephone: Sako's demise / Thu Jul 31 22:20:09 2003 / To followers of: Cordir / level 12 12 ranger mage...attacked me. I tried to flee, couldn't cast word of recall, he chased me...I was forced to dead him. Corpse was put in the pit. That is all. - Persephone

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