Once upon a time in a land far away a beautiful, independent, self assured Panther happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues on the shores of her unpolluted pond in a glade deep in the verdant forests.

The frog leap onto her lap and said Elegant Lady I was once a handsome warrior until an evil witch (with a portal from BWR) cast a spell upon me.�
One kiss from you however, and I will turn back into the dapper young warrior that I am, and then my sweet, we can have an FC ceremony and set up housekeeping in my cylinder with my mother. You can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bare my children and forever feel grateful and happy doing so.

That night, on a repast of lightly sauteed frogs legs, seasoned in a ta~wine and onion cream sauce Ser'ena chuckled to herself and thought..
I don't bleeding think so.



I am always armed, a blade in each boot an' sleen knife in my belt along with a light weight woven capture net. I use a small savage bow strung with oiled panther gut. Carrin' a quiver with a selection of arrows, the difference in colour on the flights signifies whether an' what poison they are tipped with. In my pouch I carry antidotes an' glass vials of capture scent along with a tiny bag of tassa powder. Twin throwin' knives, short an' very narrow sheathed in leather hold my braid cross wise to the back of my head. Always near at hand is my temwood staff the ends bound in steel.