Biography:

"No, I will not go this time." The young red headed warrioress stated to her Goddess.

"Kaylari, you have always been one of my most noble followers.  Although the tasks I have given you have always been tough, you have never let you faith falter." Leya replied "Please do not let it now.."

"You have taken me away from everything I have ever known!" Kaylari exclaimed. "You asked me to leave my husband, my lands, my sons and daughters, all in the name of Honor. Now you ask this of me again! Why?"

"There is one that will have need of you.  She is, in some way, a sister to your soul.  Will you let one of ours suffer?" The Goddess replied cooly. "Have I not kept my end of the bargain? Have I not helped make you son into a powerful wizard? Is not your daughter a mighty warrioress so like yourself?"

"You forget to mention the ones that have suffered Leya! What of my husband who has lost his mind? What of my eldest son who fell to Arachne's priestess and had his soul stolen from him?"

Leya sighs sadly "Kaylari, there have been some losses.  Your husband's love for you was to great to bear the cost of your devotion. Drakemallard, your son, chose his own path when he sought out the evil goddess for his own demise.  Sometimes, Fate throws in a few things that we Gods can not even predict, or help."

"I still will not go."

"Yes," Leya responded "You will find it in you to go on, you always do."

"I think you'll have to make me this time, goddess." Kaylari taunted.  With a sigh of exasperation, yet with a whimsical chuckle, Leya waved her hand.  A shimmering window into another world appeared.  A world with beautiful flowers, and a tranquil feeling about it.

"Wha-" Kaylari began, but was soon transfixed upon a small figure, in the distance.

"She is a barbarian, much like the unbridled and passionate Kaylari buried inside you…"   As she gained a closer look, she saw a red-headed woman, a wathammer next to her, chanting something in a foreign language.

"She seeks to unify her family, much like you…"  The woman in the vision stood, life-size, almost as tall as Kay herself.

"She needs your help…"

Later that evening, Kaylari sat in her favorite chair in front of the guild hall's fireplace.  It was long into the night, and the others where off sleeping, some alone, some not.  None of her fellow guild brethern suspected that by the morning light, their beloved leader would be gone without a trace.

Running a sword calloused hand along the hall's stone walls, the warrioress contemplated her future and her past.  She has had a life that others only dream of. A life filled with love, riches, honor, and glory.  A husband that loved her until his very end, a family that respected her, children that have grown to be mighty, a guild that she helped make, and lead, that is among legends now, and a youthful appearance that could only be magically enhanced by the Goddess she is beginning to detest now.

"This is the last time Leya." Kaylari mumbles to herself.

With a quick note to her Chancellor about her departure, and one last look around her home, Kaylari quietly opens the door and heads out into the moon less night.  Closing the door to her past, the faithful servant of Leya walks warily towards her future, and the unknown woman in need.

Walking through the mists near her home of Arimathor, Kay finds herself staring at a frozen wasteland, sparse of flora, as well as fauna.  With a few mumbled curse words, she trudges through a four hands high snow bank, out into the cold.

"I knew you'd throw a catch into this, Leya." The warrioress mumbled, "I hate snow, why do you think I picked the desert of Ascetos!"  Kay said with a snarl, then concentrated more on keeping warm in this new frozen tundra. She prayed that she didn't run into any creatures, she wasn't prepared at all!

An hour passed, and no civilization was in sight.  Frost began to freeze on the woman's face, icicles were now where her red lochs of hair fell around her face.  It was a bitter cold, indeed. She needed shelter and soon. In the distance, her prayer of shelter was answered, but a gust of wind caught her off guard, knocking her weak body into the snow.  She lay there shivering, trying to call for help.  It seemed all too much like a dream, but it looked as if she was staring into her own eyes, as someone picked her up, and carried her to the fire.