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| Sun..Desert..Blood. This was her life, before Gahlen. The fourth child of six, Shiale was the only girl born to her parents, and thus cursed from birth. A great leader of the clan, her father was well loved and respected as the best fighter amung the clan. There were none better than him with blade, stick, or stone. To have a daughter, was a weakness, she broke the perfect line of his sons... She was the one that required differant treatment, differant training... The one that took more of his time.. And she was hated for it. Sparring with her brothers, taught Shiale the arts of battle, and gradually she became as good as they. But that never made her worthy of their father's attention. So she turned back to the ways of her mother, learning as well, the art of desert dancing and charming. In an attempt to prove herself as good as the rest of her clan, she became obsessed with the arts of silent death.. The arts of poison. Obsession led to accidents.. One fatal accident took the life of her youngest brother. She knew the price of killing one's own clan and blood, and fled. Years were spent wandering the southern lands, living within the desert, until she finally made her way north to the city of Gahlen, hoping to hone her skills into something she could once again be proud of. Thus, her story continues. |
| History of Shiale |