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| My name was given to me over twenty years ago upon the banks of the river Vosk. My mother was a shipwright who was murdered of a ship she designed. My father tried to keep me from fallowing her path by training me to be his caste of scribing, but my dreams of ships sought to haunt me. |
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| At the age of 15 my father too was killed his best friend and my guard Dirk took me two women Dezra and Mahalah who made sure I was delivered to Tetrapoli. |
Over the years and under his wing I have grown. We traveled the River and over the sea called the Thassa to the Isle of Avian. Now I stand on the docks of my own business and try to see what the future holds. My only fear is losing who I am, and yet still not finding out whom I was really? Asma..... |
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| There with in the hands of Admiral Lairant Garn, I began my new life as his ward. |