3. Joanna Fynne

Joanna Fynne

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    Character name: Joanna Fynne
    (two spaces between Joanna and Fynne, and Joanna Fynne, not Joanna Fynn)
    Account name: eudial_silverboon

    Born in Narfell, Joanna Fynne was the daugher of Brista Fynne; a tormite tradeswoman at the time shipping goods between the local cities; the somewhat unconventional occupation was her own device, inspired by a cleric of Waukeen she had met in her youth, the idea was that trading would grant her the power to see that destructive weapons end up in the right hands, whilst giving her the opportunity to spread the word and keep other traders from taking unreasonably high prices. She led a pretty quiet life, moving a lot she didn't often go outside and blend with the local population - this, though did not mean that she sat idle all; Joanna was quite well occupied in those first years, aiding in what ever manner she could.

    At the age of eight profits began to wane, forcing the traders to start moving around a lot more than before. Four years later a stroke of misfortune left the caravan ambushed by bandits. Joanna, being small enough to hide; the rest were taken as slaves. Joanna was devastated, and just kept walking, as days passed she finally arrived in a hamlet smaller than small, consisting of some farms and a smith. Shocked of finding the girl, covered in dirt and blood and carrying nothing in her pockets but some breadcrumbs, the villagers had not the heart denying her a bed.

    She stayed 'til the age of sixteen, lending a hand where she could, in exchange for food and a bed, until one day she could not go on living in the fashion she lived, she had lived with an unsettling feeling of this not being her life for quite some time; partially because of the foreign religions these farmers followed, partially because of the foreign living: She decided it was time to find out what her life was supposed to be like, deciding she would walk in her mother's religious path, and seek her roots. Said and done, when a lone knight of torm stayed the night at the small two-room inn the hamlet offered weary travellers, she approached him and requested squirehood; so startled by her directness he blurted "Yes" before he even realized she was not a he. Through his word he was bound to admitting the young woman as his squire. Although she had her fears of the roads, the two left the at the next sunrise. Five years of travelling as the Knight's squire later, a full flayed knight left northeast on her horse with little but what she was wearing, a sword, some bread and a rough sketch of how to reach Narfell.


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