Freyana
(Wood Elf, Bard) 3/11/02
 It's
been a good long while that Freyana has had the privilege of singing her
song. In the beginning, in the high treetops of Kelethin, she learned
what it’s like to fall to your death. Urm…I mean she learned
the value of knowing when to play an instrument and when to sing. Ah but
life was simple then, gather up the bat wings and prance around like a
cute little bard without a care. An orc was just a thing out of legend.
Not too much time had passed and many nighmares had come to pass, when
she met up with the likes of Dharamsala, a filthy little gnome following
the even more repulsive path of the necromancer. Although he was the
most unlikely of companions for this elvish bard, they became a fierce
duo. One day the fire kinda left the old gnome though. Freyana never
knew if it was all the fishing, the tinkering, or the plain drunken
stupor that overtook him but Dharam’s essence somehow passed on
to an upstart cleric of the Tier’Dal.
It was not long before the tired muse woke up to realize that this upstart
had become a Scarypriest. It seemed as though little had changed when
the pair were united, except of course that a cleric and bard have a
much easier time finding companions then a filthy little gnome and said
bard.
It was through this steadfast and mighty companion of Freyana’s
that she had the pleasure to meet the likes of a group known as Dragonchow.
The good fortune and friendships that were formed have been sung all
over Norrath.
Even after a couple bouts of indecision by the apprehensive wood elf,
when she had trouble deciding whether to go on adventuring or retire
to the warmth of a good orc burning, her new companions still welcomed
her back with open arms and ready smiles.
Such is the good fortune of this minstrel. Giggling her way through
life, trying to inspire others to perform to their best.
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