Tenrah

Tenrah Seord'Sathra
Status
Race	Human
Gender	Female
Guild	Cleric
Instance	Prime

Biography

My name is Tenrah Seord'Sathra. It's not my real name. It was given to me by a pair of sisters who found me abandoned at the Temple doors. It was dark, it was wet, it was stormy and apparently, so was I. Soaking wet, a mass of black hair plastered to my face, and screaming at the top of my infant lungs; I'm sure at the injustice of being unceremoniously dumped on a flight of stairs. My name is Gamgweth to match my human heritage and the night they found me. Heavens Dark Dance. Truly, they could find no other suitable moniker? I'd have screamed louder if I had known the upbringing I would receive in what is probably the most boring profession in the history of mankind and their desperate need for purpose. But, it's what I know. It's what I do and if I have to do it I'm going to make it interesting. Regardless of their quirky nature, I am grateful to the sisters for the life that they gave me. It was far more than my family, whoever they are, ever did. The sisters were good people. A little odd, far too perky for my liking, and entirely too fussy over me and being raised by them was much like being shuttled about by a mad and unpredictable cyclone; it did insure that it was never dull.

Their names were Nissa and Ezraelda. They had been close since Nissa's birth and had never spent so much as a day apart from one another. They were fiercely loyal and protective of each other and you never saw one where you didn't see the other. They were both clerics who embraced lore, history, and alchemy and through them I gained a love for information in all of its forms. From the mundane to the profound. They were master gardeners and maintained a cottage and an enormous amount of land dedicated to herbs and plants; both healing and poisonous and they passed this knowledge on to me. Nissa and Ezraelda may have been silly, slightly off kilter, and carried an air of naivety but they were whip sharp and underestimating them may have proved fatal to a few people when they mysteriously dropped dead after leveling an insult at one of them or attempting to swindle them of their goods or money.

I remember on the darkest nights, when the moons made no appearance in the sky; visitors would come to the barn on the property to see the sisters. I was allowed to watch from the hay loft, but I was to make no sound and make no appearance. I never knew who these visitors were, or where they came from, or what their business was. But they always left carrying parcels. It was rumored that the sisters catered to the darker elements of society. Supplying them with the means of death and the downfall of governments. I always wondered about them. Wondered just how much I really knew about them and how much I would have gained had they not passed so soon. For two very transparent and genuine souls, they were also such enigmas.

My days were spent with various teachers learning the individual nuances of the Thirteen and their respective sidekicks. Meaning no disrespect to the Gods, of course. Most cleric initiates settled into lives of lore and magic and chomping at the bit for their first resurrection. I much preferred my lessons in weaponry, combat, and feeding my guilty pleasure of devouring every piece of information I could get my hands on regarding alchemy and necromancy. Not that I would ever step from the path of the Gods. But you know what they say: Know thy enemy. Some say that I am jealous of the power that necromancers wield. That I lack the intestinal fortitude to follow in their footsteps. I would, perhaps, agree except that I agree with the Dark Lady more. Arrogance and ignorance walk hand in hand in apathetic bliss and to thumb your nose at the Gods takes a great deal of both. I do admit, I do occasionally enjoy coloring outside the lines, so to speak, but I am not so stupid as to step in the path of their righteous wrath.

However, I digress. I was a typical child. I asked far too many questions, questioned far too many answers, and answered for far too many things I swore I didn't do. I'm sure Esuin gained a number of his gray hairs from me and I'm certain that I took off microns of wood from the library bookshelves as many times as I was set to dust them. I often wonder if Esuin would have considered a different punishment had he known how much I enjoyed the task and the number of hours I spent reading and re-reading those books. Or perhaps he did know and I was the dupe instead of he. Adults are adept at keeping children entertained and out of their hair.

I stole into the paladin and barbarian guilds to watch and learn about combat every chance I got. I snuck outside the city gates to study the properties of combat magic with the warrior mages and listening to magic theory from the moon mages. I was better than any cat at ridding the shipyards of rats and spent many hours in the fields hunting eels and goblins. I was patient with the learning of magic. Understanding that the more complex the spell, the more difficult it would be to cast. I delayed my learning of Infusion, Resurrection, and the more difficult spells. Being that the latter spells were all higher tier spells and thus difficult to cast successfully I waited and instead worked the defensive arts. I have found this key to becoming a more efficient cleric. Patience is indeed a virtue and it pays off handsomely in the end.

The summer I turned thirteen, Ezraelda passed away in a tragic accident. In her grief, Nissa slipped slowly into madness. Since I was so young and inept at the sisters' art; the cottage and the gardens fell into disrepair and the Temple reclaimed the land and moved myself and Nissa to the guild cloister. Before too long Nissa could no longer remember who I was and slowly she gave up her fragile hold on life and surrendered to Eylhaar's embrace when I was sixteen. With Nissa's passing I realized that I had gained everything I could from my mentors and teachers and I left Zoluren and headed out to explore the world. I traveled to many places. None of them really called to me until I entered the province of Therengia. I had heard stories of a cave in the remote area of Ker'Leor that was home to a dark altar. The rumors spoke of a chrysalis suspended above the altar of Dergati. It is said to be capable of learning. What it holds, no one knows. However it is believed that it will spawn a new race of monster to Therengia. It intrigues me, and I travel there often from my home in Qi to keep up with the situation and recent unrest in the province.

I will be forever grateful to Nissa and Ezraelda for the tools they gave me while they walked the lands. I miss them sometimes and wish I had appreciated what they gave me while they were here. But they will forever remain in my thoughts. They made me who I am and are still shaping who I am becoming today.

I have also encountered a great many people in my travels. All of them, in some form or fashion, have touched me and enriched my life. But none so much as my dearest friend, my confidant, my greatest ally, my favorite hunting partner, and the possessor of my heart; Raeyshactos. He has been the greatest healer of the void in my life. The void that speaks of no connections, family, or close ties. He honored me by bonding our souls together in the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Golden Panther, 401.

He, along with our son Dranlo, his brother Vicktorean, my dear friend Rikilieta, my Guard'n Gnome; Mr. Qij and my Target Dummy, Alotus are my chosen family. Perhaps the sisters are looking over me still, and steered me in the direction I needed to go and to the people I needed to find. The Gods always bless, I am rich in blessings beyond measure.

Description and Vitals

Name: Soul Reaver Tenrah Seord'Sathra, Arcane Warrior of Elanthia

You were born on the 9th day of the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Emerald Dolphin, 376 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

You have elegant arched eyebrows, thick-lashed jade eyes and a classical nose. Your white-streaked black hair is very long and straight, and is worn in an intricate braid threaded with several strands of tiny seed pearls and allowed to fall over one shoulder. You have pale skin and a svelte figure.

Associations and Affiliations

As of the third month of Ka'len the Sea Drake in the year of the Golden Panther, 401; Tenrah has been assisting with the rebuild and restructuring of the Fervid Shade. Since the 13th day of the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Golden Panther, 401.; Tenrah was elected and has been acting as interim Lead for FS.

Live with Honor, Die with Honor.