The meeting of Kestrel of the Singing Blade
One early morn, from the mists there strode a figure into the young lords glade.  Bloodied and brused from battle, yet unchallenged by the faye folk.  Unhindered by root or ivy or brier, she made her way into the center of the clearing.  Morning dew showing the only signs of her passing.  Her swords were gently set at her side as she knelt upon the grasses.  With face upturned to the rising sun, a song she did release to the world, from the very depths of her being.  A song of passion and praise, of glory and great sorrow.  Drawn to her, was the young lord and his companions.  To this elven stranger, this singer with blades.  The companions knew this to be one of the fabled bladesingers, great masters and mistresses of song and sword alike.  Heros to the realm of Loren.  When silence fell to the glade, they hailed the singer.  After tending to her wounds and upon assurance of her comfort, the companions revealed the tale of Palidia's being.

Kestrel of the Singing Blade did know then what was to be her fate.  With this meeting of the young lord, they would call each friend.  Mentor in the finer points of the sword.  To be his champion till her last breath be drawn.
Artwork by Steven Fastner and Rick Larson
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