Lord Sir Aeston
Lady Dame Areni
Elder Sir Duncan
Elder Sir Da'oud
Sir Symir
Sir Kyntela
Sir Gwen
Dame Taliea
Squire Kyro
Squire Elouan
Squire Charlotte
   
Sybil
Feorana
Marduke
Morgana
Slaader
Saxton
Lynnora
Imari
Hildegard
Aeryk
   
Donal
Darkoan
Kielle
Asharn
   
Delinde
Mekrien
Arrow
   
Sir Cedric
Lady Fallon
Lady Damona
Lady Aderyn
Spirit
Vinal
Myrrh
Briar Rose
Ravensong
Ullen
Junior
Nathanial/Domic
Tiana
Cawdor
Nagilum
   
Dhugal
Lucas
Cain
Randolf
Magnus
Mohan
   
Kethrellen
Mandrake
   

 

 

 

Squire Taliea Aelise Gathalion

My earlier years were unremarkable really. My mother, father and I lived in a small town called Salus, west of the Iron Kingdom along Brandon's pass as I now know it by. There are not many places to stop along the road so our small town was often filled with weary travelers in need of rest and a good meal. My mother was a wench and bard in a local tavern called Vinum's. From the time I was small I was taught to sing, play instruments, dance and cook. If not doing the former I would spend time listening to the tales the travelers told of their journeys. The world outside the town sounded interesting, but we barely had the money to make do, let alone enough to travel. Resources were scarce within the town and our survival depended on what we could gather, legally or otherwise, from the visitors.

My father was an alchemist who spent most of his time researching various potions and studying the influences of Gaia. His tinctures would fetch decent money if pitched properly to travelers so the town was content to allow him to spend his time researching in peace so long as he shared his profits. My father would venture off days at a time in search of new herbs so his absence was not uncommon.

Right before my 18th birthday there was word from travelers that a fierce battle had broken out further east of here. Rumor was even civilians were caught in the scuffle and there were many injured. My father had been gone a week and although my mother would never admit it I could tell she was worried. I "borrowed" a bow from a traveler and set off east to find word of my father.

After traveling up Brandon's pass and meeting some interesting folks along the way (but those stories are for another day) I came to Fort Oakenbrook where I met Kyntela, Morgana, Aeston, Areni, Feorana, and many others. The nation of Vinehaven was overseeing a local militia called the Oaken Guard. The guard was a rag tag group made up of people searching for everything from combat training and mystical knowledge to companionship. I stayed with the guard for a while, but heard no word of my father.

After a few weeks I returned home to find that he had returned not long after I had set off in search of him. He had been injured in the battle and took care to travel off the roads on his way home. I told my parents of the adventures I had experienced in For Oakenbrook and they were delighted to see I had met many people and learned so much in the short time I was there. They urged me to go back and learn more only asking that I visit them every so often. With that I set out again for Fort Oakenbrook, this time joining the militia. I stayed with the militia for a few years and watched new fighters come and go.

Eventually, I had exhausted everything I felt I could from the resources of the militia. I had become proficient with a bow and began my trade as a healer. I found I longed to rekindle some of the friendships I had made in the militia. I then petitioned Lord Aeston to join the Rhiassan militia and as of Queen of Hearts XX I proudly serve one of his squires. I look forward to the day I become a knight and to all the adventures along the way.