My life before I came to Crossing was really uneventful. I was born on the 4th day of the third month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 335. I have an older brother, an older sister, a younger brother and two younger sisters. My parents had a farm that supported all of us adequately, but not luxuriously. My mother tried to mold me into a good farmwife, but needles stabbed me every time I picked one up, my cooking could (if you were generous) be called passable, and I raised more dust while sweeping and dusting than I got rid of. I was good with the animals, though. My sisters were perfect models of what farmwives should be, and my brothers fit the molds of good farmers. I just didn't seem to fit a farm pattern but had no idea what else I could be.

Finally, in my 21st year, my parents decided to let me go to Crossing to see if I could find some work that suited me. I lasted about an andaen as a maid in the inn, but I had seen a profession that I wanted to be. I applied to the War Mage Guild in Crossing, and was accepted. I have never regretted my choice. I was meant to be a War Mage. My parents know that I am successful, but I haven't had the courage to tell my mother that her daughter fights for a living.

Many people helped me as they taught me skills, outfitted me in armor and weapons and made sure that I didn't die too often. They helped make my transition to War Mage easier. One of these helpful people was Rolondolf Gralande. I met Rolondolf almost as soon as I came to Crossing. He helped me learn to fight and took me with him as he explored the Realms. We became a good fighting team. I eloped with him in the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Golden Panther, 359. He is the love of my life. (I think my parents were relieved to know that their wayward daughter was finally safely married. My mother thinks that is the only life for a woman.) I'm looking forward to years of honing my skills and roaming the Realms.