Nevanna of Rence ~PCH Hall~

Here is the beginning of Her story

I was born in the Rence Marshes 29 years ago. My Father, Marcus of
Rence, was the Ruler over My Island by show of strength amoung the
Men. My mother was a Musician and passed on Her love of music and
the ability to wring beautiful sounds out of several instruments but I could
not deny the other calling that was very strong. so My Father allowed Me
to go and train with the Main Healer of the Marshes, Miriam Who lived
on another Island.

After several years of training I returned to My home as I had promised
Him and started doing as I had been taught amoung Miriams people. Never
happier then when tending to those that needed Her help. All other times
spent doing the natural things that all of My people did, collecting rence for
the paper that Our lively hood was made upon. then One day I spied a
Stranger while I is out gathering rence for the Harvest that was coming up.
Something about Him called to Me so strongly that without My fathers
permission I leave the Marshes to follow Him into Port Kar. I was following
My head, heart and a dream that I had. What followed is much of a Mystery
to My family but I learned what it was to be a slave until My father found
Me and reclaimed The Islands Healer from My captors.

Not long after returning to the Marshes My father insisted that I become
the Free Companion to the Islands strongest warrior. Of that union two
children were born, a boy and a girl, twins in looks but very different
temperment, the boy agressive and constantly on the move, the girl gentle
and sweet, rarely crying. One day when I was called off to another Island
to deal with a sickness that was effecting others and I was gone for several
days. I returns to My home when I had finally finished the job that needed
to be done and found chaos. Most of the buildings destroyed and many
others gone. My mother dead and My father gravely wounded. I Move quickly as I automatically start tending to Him until I have Him stabilized
and then goes in search for My FC and Children.

Tears stream down My cheeks when I finds them in Our hut. My FC's body
lay protectivly over the children. His weight killing them as He Himself had
died. He had obviously been dead as He had fallen. My heart dying with the
Children and My last shred of respect for FM dealt the final blow as He had
been killed defending Them. My hatred for the Slavers that had brought an
end to My life that I had finally found some contentment in.

Tending to My father until He had fully recovered and then once more
then donning the garb of the cities FW. After many discussions with My
father I decide to get out of the Marshes. My soul running in a way from
the memories that had been so good but now were now so chokingly bad.
My father chosing to send a group of 6 FM of Our area that He trusted to
protect Me as I found Myself a new life.