Khylynnia

Khylynnia
Status
Race	Prydaen
Gender	Female
Guild	Bard
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Khatlyne

Khylynnia No Family Name(soon-to-be Calamity)

    I was born on a cold morning, to a mother on the run.  Wounded by the Undead that got through the Barrier, my Mother ran for as long as her legs could carry her before she 

collapsed. It was then and there that I was born. It was then and there that my Mother died. The Wheel traded one life for another. The Wheel will turn, and my Mother's soul will return again, but until then, she will rest. If not for a S'kra Ranger named Crystalmyth, The Wheel would have reclaimed my spirit. I owe everything to my adopted father. It was he that raised me, although he did not know what a young Prydaen Kit would need to grow up. He told me stories about the lands outside our small house in the wildlands. I say house, but in reality it was more of a hut or a shack. We never had much, but we always had what we needed. Food, clean drinking water, clothes, warmth, shelter...what else is needed?

    I learned from my father all about the guilds and the other races, I learned to hunt and to take care of myself.  I learned that we must never fear the wilds.  I grew up 

with several constant companions, one, my protector, was a pure white wolf named Ghost. Ghost accompanied me everywhere, keeping an eye on me for father, I know that now, but I never feared anything when Ghost was near. After years growing up in the wilds, with no one but Father and Ghost to talk to, I found I needed to understand my past, and staying at home was not the answer to that. I needed to find others.

Others like me.

Prydaen.