The Beginning

Early in spring, near the dawn of a new day, the First Sword of Kurtzal and His Companion were graced by the birth of a daughter. Named Serra, I took My Mother's Caste, spending the days of youth and adolesence studying among the Physicians of Gor. The relationship between My Parents provided a unique perspective to application of the Green Arts - the pride of a Rarius and the oath of a Healer ever to be balanced - though neither skill nor knowledge fully matured before events similar to those that brought My Parents together tore Them apart. My Father died honorably in battle; My Mother soon after from heartache.

Still a fairly young Free Maiden then, I found too many memories planted in the streets of Kurtzal, deciding to seek the comfort of Family, though My decision was to find the Ravei Tribe, where My father was raised, rather than My Mother's side in Turia. For being only a half-breed, I was born and raised Taharian. Eventually, I began travelling with a group of Ravei Raiders through various camps and regions, seeing the world with restless wonder. By luck, and the kindness of Those within, I found a home at Fur, Silk, and Steel for a short while, before wanderlust swept Me into the desert winds again.

The Middle

One day, during a visit to the Jewel of the Tahari, I was reminded of home from the stories of a Man overheard in the Silken Oasis Cafe of Tor. Intrigued, I followed south through the desert, expecting Him to vanish like mirages in the haze. Instead, I found Ubar Sensei in Klima, and eventually came to serve officially as the camp's Healer.

Unofficially, I became the Woman of an Assassin. Stryfe. Killed at the hand of Hussan. The Killer was a memory not so easily forgotten that I thought never to know the likes of again, becoming haunted in days and dreams, so that I could not stand another ihn within KRC.

The End

Again I took to wandering, drifting between homes with Savage Wolf and Madijah, until Tarl of Klima, became Ubar and permitted Me to return to the Raider's Camp. In time, He too would vanish under the Mistress' embrace, riding the pale kailia, Fluffy, hard into the horizon.

...Much time passed since I had first returned to the deadly Tahari desert...The Desert Tiger whom I had known on the banks of the Vosk Delta in FSS, had returned to His native lands, claiming the throne of Tor. It was not an intention that Torlin and I should become Companions, but it was a breathtaking development..a privilege which enchanted the heart and rekindled spirits and eventually ended with His death. The loss is beyond any words that could be written.

And in the end, I am left hoping to find comfort on some distant shore, but always tied to sands of the Tahari. It mirrors all I strive to be...fierce, strong, and proud yet possessing uncommon warmth and kindness.

~By nature, Taharians were avaricious, slightly rebellious, free willed, fiery and passionate...Without having to apologize for being that way.~