Giselda

Giselda woke up on her 11h birthday just knowing something was going to happen today. Something that would alter her life, she just didn't expect in what way. A feisty girl she was, always beating up the other kids in the orphanage, even those much older than her. So she thought for sure she was destined for the Barbarian guild today. You see, the orphanage that she had been in since she was a baby had guild training halls for all of the known guilds, and at age 11 all children were assigned to one of them, based on personality traits.

Knowing it was a big day, Giselda got out her best clothes (not much more than rags really but she didn't know any better at the time). She took her time brushing her long amber hair till it glistened. Took one final glance in the mirror, golden eyes looking back somberly at her. It was time.

Walking slowly to the Head Mistresses office, Giselda paused at the door before knocking. She took a deep breath, let it out and knocked. "Come in" Mistress Steenlin called. Giselda opened the door and walked in. Sitting behind the large desk was Mistress Steenlin, looking for all the world like the owner of a cheap brothel. The Mistress looked like a cross between a Swamp troll and a Arbelog, and smelled worse. But there was another person in the room. Long grey hair, flowing irridescent robes, piercing blue eyes, and wearing a long sword strapped to his back. "This is Arcanist Frablin, he is here to start your training". Giselda gasped, the last thing she expected was to become part of the Warrior Mage guild, It was by far the most prestigious guild of all and from where she sat, unapproachable!

"Giselda, we have been watching you for quite some time now, my visions tell me that you are destined for great things" Frablin said quietly. "Come, there is no time to waste. We get started immediately" With that he stood, bowed to Mistress Steenlin and walked out the door. Giselda hurried to follow him, elated beyond her wildest dreams. Walking across the courtyard to the guild were the younger children watching to see where she would go. All stood in amazement when they saw she was to be a warrior mage. One went so far as to say "she'll never make it as a Warrior Mage" which prompted an immediate response from a small frail looking Elothean boy named Travail, who gave a withering glance at the boy stating, "never say anything bad about my big sister!" Giselda shot him a glance of approval as she hurried to catch up to Frablin.