Name: Dame Seneby Truthsinger
Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Sex: Female
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Eyes: Unknown
Hair: Unknown

Seneby's Story

Seneby didn't always want to be a Paladin. As a small child she wanted the same things that all little girls want; to grow up & marry a charming prince & have many children while living in a castle. Sadly that dream was just like any other dream; a dream. Seneby's parents were tailors by nature & thus she learned some of the trade as part of her chores. The older she got the more chores she seemed to have & the less time to be a little girl; reality of life was slowly setting in.

Many Winters would pass with everyday like the last. When Seneby was ten during an unusually hot summer for Norrath strangers dressed in armored garments like none seen before by her came & took her father away. Later Seneby would learn that her father, a tailor by profession, had been called to serve in the Lord's infantry as an armorer. She never saw her father again afterwards. Later that same year soldiers from the same lord, a man they called Sir Lucan came & took many of the young girls away. Her older sister Amanda, among them. Seneby cried for days. Every few months the soldiers came for more girls; tribute to the lord they said half drunk with the stench of poor ale. None of the girls were ever seen or heard from again.

To protect Seneby her mother cut her hair & started dressing her as a boy. By her twelfth birthday no one in the village remembered Seneby the maiden, only Sen the boy. A year later the village was ransacked by the Deathfist orcs while Seneby was in Freeport selling her wares to the good people. She returned home only to find a massacre of broken & smashed bodies; her mother's was among them. It took her three days to build a funeral pyre to burn the dead, a final testament to their lives. By morning there was nothing left but ash.

Seneby wept for sometime after that not knowing if hours or days pasted she remained numb. Sometime later an old man with a funny walking stick approached the burned village. He was a cobbler who often traveled through here for a good night of rest while telling stories to all who'd buy him some sweet mead. He was shocked to say the least by his discovery; though no one would ever know if it was due to the loss of the village or his empty mead skin. His name was Old Man Mythanial & he took Seneby away from what was once her home, her hopes, & her dreams.

Seneby traveled with him for the next two years across the vast expanses of the common lands & the occasional journeys to trade with the gypsy folk in the karanas plains. He told her about the gods & all that was good in a man through great heroic stories. He taught her how to navigate via the stars & find her way through the densest of woods. Most of all the things he taught her that she'll never forget was the joys of fishing. They would stop & fish everywhere. He taught her tricks for catching the biggest fish & how to manage the fish population by location & season. He tried to show her how to cook but poor Seneby just wasn't fated to be a chef. Towards the end of her fifteenth summer it was getting very difficult to hide the fact that Seneby was a young women in bloom & so they stopped trying. With her fiery red hair, emerald eyes, & cute freckles she soon had more attention then she wanted. She was also growing restless, but as to why she could not say. Then one day when they were traveling through the common lands towards Freeport to ply their wares they were becosted by soldiers. They said that Seneby was to come with them or else for the lord required tribute from his peasants. Old Man Mythanial of course would have none of this. He would still be alive if he'd just been quiet. Poor Mythanial was no match for five trained soldiers, but he met his end in the noblest of fashion; he died trying to protect the one he loved.

Murdered before her eyes were too much to bare followed by unwanted hands attempting to fondle her in indecent ways. Something in her mind snapped & emotions held bottled up for so long broke free. With a flick of her wrist she brought up her fishing blade & stopped the motions of one man; forever. In a rage never felt before she attacked the stun soldiers & cut many of them good, but Seneby was just an untrained girl. These men were trained soldiers & minutes later her body showed it by the number of bruises & broken ribs. Being men without honor they had their way with her stealing her virtue & then beat her some more.

Left for dead she lied there for hours broken & battered. Shamed & violated. In her battered hazed mind she wondered if she would finally be reunited with her family? She no longer had hope. Her soul was as tattered as the flags that now fly over the dead ancient dwarven city of Befallen. Goodbye she said to the world through broken teeth & closed her swollen eyes for what seemed the last time.

In the foggy haze of that place that exists between life & death where time has no meaning & dreams do not occur she strayed for what seemed like eternity. Pain. More Pain. Pain everywhere. Pain all over her, all around her. Pain like the brightest light in the night sky; the pain of life. She awoke one day, or was it night? Her wounds where severe, but well healed. Time had passed, but how much? As fate would have it she was still alive. She couldn't move; she was bandaged quite well, as per an expert healer. Her eyes were no longer swollen & she was mildly surprised to find her teeth intact. After a few minutes a short, really short man sprouting a mane of grey black hair all over his face that ended in a beard & mustache nearly half his height entered the small room. He introduced himself as Tournevis, a dwarven cleric of Marr. He told his tale of how he had over heard some injured soldiers bragging about a wench they raped & left to die. Disgusted over their actions He was about to continue his travels when they made a toast over their dire deals. Now most people think that because dwarves are little that they don't represent a threat. Wrong; very wrong. By the time he was through with the soldiers the inn was half thrashed & many bottles lay broken along side of the thrashed soldiers. One by one he beat them into the ground as he asked his questions: Where? Why? Again & again his heavy fist raised & lowered with unequaled might. No patron there that night will surly ever risk the anger of a dwarf. He never said if he killed them & Seneby didn't ask. He told her how he had found her. After looking at her condition he told Seneby of his intensions to give a just funeral, after all she was just a human & hurt beyond his means to restore. Why should he care? He told Seneby that he would have left her to pass on to the next world, for no human would have aided him if there conditions were reversed, but in the end just couldn't do it. With all his might he called forth the powers of light & the stars themselves did answer; so he said. For one gleaming moment night became day & ethereal hands caressed Seneby from end to end making the worse of her wounds no more then scrapes. The next morning he made a bivouac & carried Seneby to his lodgings in an old abandoned stone ruins.

For several weeks did Seneby lie still, between life & death. For although her body had been healed her mind; nay, the very essence of her being lied fractured to it's core. Dreams that would never be flowed in & out of a place where dreams don't occur. Thoughts of family & friends now lost taunted & haunted her semi lucent moments. All through this time Tournevis kept watch over her & even fed her like a child he once had... Why do people have so many painful memories?

A few days later Seneby took her first few steps. It would be several months before she would move with the grace of her youth again. On one morning Tournevis had a visitor. A man in what was once gleaming plate armor now dirty & tarnished from many days riding. The knight introduced himself as Sir Dwain, a paladin of the holy Church of Marr & a follower of the Hall of Truth. He had been sent on a quest to find the granddaughter of one of their honored dead. In fact his motivation was a vision he had had many months ago of a young maiden with fiery red hair like the setting sun & eyes like the emerald drake. In a vision he was shown by a handmaiden of Marr the lost granddaughter of a once noble house believed to have perished several years back when her village was raided by Deathfist orcs. In his vision he was told that the maiden he seeks sit between three paths. One will lead her into despair & death. One will guide her into the hands of darkness where she will learn the ways of the shadow knight & become the most powerful agent of evil to be seen on Norrath in 5000 years. The last door would lead her into the path of light. A walkway made up of honor, valor, & loyalty. This path would be the hardest to follow & the easiest to be swayed from. The vision showed him that if Seneby became a paladin then one day when the paladins faced their darkest hour she would make the night like day. One path she will destroy them all & another she will save them. Perhaps...

So choosing his quest & getting the blessings of the Hall & the Church Sir Dwain began his search. Being that he was here he explained to Seneby who he was, but not who she was nor did he mention the visions. So follow him she did. On route they were accosted by a vila dark elf name Gix. At first he was going to leave them alone, too small of pray, but then Gix notice the red headed child. You see Gix had also had the same vision. Knowing the possible future he couldn't allow Seneby to live. Summoning forth a skeletal horror he attacked swift & without mercy. Sir Dwain caught unawares was barely able to throw Seneby out of the way before their enemies attacked.

As Sir Dwain slowly fell with a bone jarring blow Seneby barely had time to duck as Gix attacked her even as his skeletal horror continued to beat on the downed Paladin. Gix spoke to the maiden in sweet tone knowing the rewards he'd be given if he could bring her over to darkness, but the lass couldn't understand him. Oh well thought Gix as least he'd end the vision's predictions once & for all. As he prepared to cut down the maiden he noticed two things that suddenly didn't feel right. First the girl was showing no fear, & that almost scared Gix. Second the sound of shattered bones falling to the floor took him a few seconds to realize that his summoned skeletal nightmare had been dispatched. Quickly turning about he was run through by the living corpse that had once been Sir Dwain. The Paladin was seriously injured with blood everywhere & bits of bone visible through some of the wounds. Just as he had run Gix through he as soon fell over with a groan & collapsed. With a shriek Gix howled like a wounded animal & slowly cowered away. Seneby bent to aid the fallen knight, but it was too late. Bending low to hear him as he was dying he begged her to, as a final favor, bring a bundle of letters he had to the Hall of Truth in Freeport. Making her promise before expiring. Contained in the letters was his Testament of Truth & a few letters to other people whose names she knew nothing of. Minutes later with the dead knight strapped firmly to the horse she made her way to the city of Freeport.

Entering free port Seneby made her way to the Hall of truth where she presented the body of Sir Dwain, his letters, & her story to the Council. Three days later she was anointed a squire. Three years later at the nubile age of nineteen Seneby is knighted for completing the Test of Truth & awarded her very own Testament of Truth making her a full Paladin. The rest is only just the beginning...

Seneby the Brave
24th Circle of Marr