Long has it been since the youngest daughter of hte Kanrei family walked the halls of Godspire and even longer since she had felt something locked deep within..
Walking the halls of her birthplace Calia looks around seeing many new faces and a few old it was not long befure she picked up her blade and set out to spill blood she had traveled long and far but still her animlistic instincts were sharp with presision and skill she let thougsh near her be known she had returned and was greated with joy by old friend some backed away in fear while others stood not knowing of the small child or who she was.
She finaly found an old friend Xen the monk she recruited into the marauders long ago when she led the ranks in the first assult agisnt the elves of dorith in the mental war the crippled dorith for many years to come after a few quick training sessions with him she put away her blade and took to beating others down with her bare hands enjoying the rawness and primal feel to riping her oppnets to shreds she remained doing this runing into more old friends and makeing a couple more in her path of bloodshed untill one day... her mother returned to her and what they talked about was that which I can not recite to you here yet but it is said Calia was seen picking up a bow and memorizing her words prayers to the banshee of her mother and was seen lurking around the dark shadowed corners as though protecting or watching over something what is not for sure yet but all of the people in the halls can feel it and know soon it will come to life some curisly walk close to see if they can catch a glimps others step back in fear of what the little girl could be guarding others prepar themselfs for what ever it may be but all know one thing ... the return of Calia and Taarna in one place.... things are in for a change
(( Yes I am back in my birth home many you I have seen some I have not but be prepared for anything
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