Melanne - An Introduction

Where does one begin when one is an immortal elf? The centuries fly by so quickly.

Being the illegitimate child of a noble prince would be a dream for some. Having no father to acknowledge you and a mother who had to hide you to avoid the politics of the court, life seems more like a nightmare. My mother could have been such a princess. Alas, despite her courtly ways and her beauty, she chose to seek a simpler life away from the dangers that public fame would have caused.

Still, hiding in small and far off areas of Elven Territories leads to a chance to meet other races and cultures. My mother is a healer of some skill, so I naturally learned the art by simply helping. Of course, such women are highly regarded in small communities.

I guess that is where I learned my concepts of respect and professionalism. Even if they had no money, a patient would always find a way to show that respect due to a Healer. Perhaps giving a chicken or a dozen eggs. Maybe a pretty crystal found in a river or patching the roof over her head. My mother and I never really felt hungry or alone or cold. Even the retired guard who was the village "sheriff" would come by at least once a week to chop wood so we had enough to keep warm on those foul weather days.

Such respect from an entire community help solidify my wishes to become a respected Healer. Mother taught me all the proper etiquette for dealing with nobility. After all, they pay well when they need a Healer. But some say I have a quiet, almost maternal way about me.

So it is that when the ravages of Chaos hurt the land, I found myself able to move out on my own and follow the needs of the continent. That is why I wandered into Randol and that is where I met Semphere.

... but that is a story for another time ...