The Hurricane Nears

[Hurricaninthedesert]

So you want to know my story? That seems to be quite the trend.

I was born the only child of a sailor and his bride. My early years were dull. I had friends. My parents adored me. I ate sweetbreads from a local bakery each day as I strolled home from a childish adventure. I learned some basic swordsplay from the soldiers who stayed at the inn down the alleyway. I left home to become a storyteller. I yearn to tell stories much grander than my own.

At least thats what I tell people. The truth is far more complicated and far to convoluted to share. That person lived a lifetime ago. So pull up a chair and I will tell you a tale. Just know that it will never be my own. Often the truth isn't a very good bedtime story.

Name: Kalany Goloure
Age: Appears late 20s, but her eyes seem much older
Appearance: Kalany is of average build. Her arms show hints of muscle, but it is clear her days of training are long past. She is not overweight, but her body is that of a mother, not a girl. Her curves are hidden beneath a gray flowing shirt that hangs just below her bottom. She typically wears fitted black pants and sturdy boots that could use a wash.

Skills:
Basic combat- Kalany is trained with most common weapons and can hold her own in a fight. She can use swords, bows, and polearms with relative ease.



Abilities: None

Items: Kalany carries one small iron dagger on her left hip.