Telra, Warrioress of House Rask
The lights of the city shine brightly from the towers as she
guides her tarn to it's cot. A soft smile brushs her
lips knowing she will soon be home again. She sets the hobble
on the great bird and turns greeting the tarn keeper, and tipping
him extra for the good care he gives the bird. With a last
pat on Tharna's great feathered neck she bids both the bird and
the tarn keeper well and heads out into the night.
She walks confidently through the city, her eyes seeing all
as she passes. The faintly curved sword bound to her side swaying in time with
her full hips. She wears it blade up, its guard is decorated with a pattern of
small five petaled flowers. Her high boots, made of soft leather let her
feel the ground beneath her, and no sound marks her passing. The
leather armor that covers her body is soft and lite, bearing the
crest of the House of Rask it follows
her curves and hides nothing of the body beneath. Steel plating
on her fore-arms take the place of a sheild in a fight and let her use both
hands to wield her sword when needed. Her hand never stray's far from the leather
wraped handle of her sword as she moves. She wears no vails, only a
mask of pale makeup hides her face in it's frame of dark hair.
She is often on partrol, but can sometimes be found
within the city warming herself in the tavern or helping new slaves with
their studies. If seen, she is a friend to all who bring honor to the city
and may always be called upon for help.
Her sword, her soul and her life are sworn to her Lord, Rask of Treve.
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