In-game Name: Tlana
Clan: Aquillae
In-game location: Vinculum
Gender: female
Age: 23
Place of Birth: Tholeus, in The Bossonian Marches
Occupation/Skills: Slave
Religion/Philosophy: Derketo
Sexuality: straight tendencies, but anything goes

Appearance: She is a tall, slender woman of obvious northern traits. Her blonde hair and fair skin mark her as of the race of Hyboria, although the countless hours spent in the sun have left her skin bronze and golden. As she is a Priestess of Derketo, her body has been trained to give pleasure and she spends much time devoting herself to the Goddess’ glory. The result is a poise and beauty granted to her by divine grace. The way she moves, stands and gestures would all cause lustful stirrings in those who looked upon her. Her eyes are her most telling feature. They are deepest blue and offer hints of wild secrets and erotic fire.

Personality:  Perhaps overly trusting, she comes across as sweet and smiling. She believes in the good and love in people and would see those traits come forth. However, those that would know her would realize that she is not all just happiness. There is a hidden carnal darkness and a deep debilitating sadness that manifests through the whispers in her eyes.

Brief History/Biography:

She was born in the wild lands of Northern Aquilonia, near the borderlands of the Picts. Her village was small and isolated and made an easy target for those Pictish clans; many a man from her homeland was taken by the dark cannibals of an ancient age, and butchered to the dark rites of those half-beasts. But it was not the Picts, that progressed her story, for despite their ferocity, the villages of the north could band together to defeat any of the disorganized Pictish warbands. The great threat came from the east when the hosts of the Nemedian’s marched over those borders and ransacked the borderlands to the north.

Her village was an easy target for the Nemedian raiders. The wooden palisade and crude weapons of the militia’s were of little use against the vast host of raiders that came. Swiftly and efficiently, her village and people were destroyed. Only a few were left alive; those women that would be raped and used by the soldiers and the virgin maidens and children who would be sold to slavery in the south, and of these, perhaps only she survived the trip.

She was a youth when she was taken by the Nemedians. Lucky for her, she had been in service of Mitra and her chastity had been preserved. The Nemedian general, recognizing this kept her away from the wiles of the soldiery and under the protection of the officers. She was taken to Stygia, where a blonde northern girl would fetch a pretty price. There she was purchased by a powerful Ubar and put to work in his household as a simple kitchen wench.

By an act of fate, she intervened in the poisoning of the Ubar and in gratitude he sent her to the temple of Derketo to receive the training that would place her in the harem’s of Khemi rather than in the menial tasks of a common slave. It was uncommon for one not native to Stygia to receive such.

Her training took time, and she was taught the secret arts of erotic passion and the chill rites of death. She fell in love with her new Goddess and was bound to her will. She mastered the art and ritual and became a true and capable servant to the Great Whore of Set. She spent much of her time in the pleasure houses of Khemi, dancing at the Serpent’s Head inn, performing in the

Temple rituals and in service to various nobles of the city. Life was good, she was pampered and pleasured.

It was all good until the day a rival of one of her suitors, who so dearly loved her, kidnapped her in hopes of ransom and gain. But that never happened. The caravan that was bound to the abductors land was caught in a sandstorm as it crossed the desert. She escaped to wander lost and afraid until she found the river valley and the ruined lands that she now calls home…

She took in with a group of nomads and settled in the deserts north of the Unnamed City. Her training in the priestly arts quickly led to her establishing a shrine, and eventually a temple; as the nomads settled down, developing their own home in the desert sun. Banditry and villainy pervaded as the town grew up around the fledgling temple. Raids occurred, enemies and friends were made, alliances were forged and treason brewed. The people named her High Priestess and took her for their ruler. Many were those who joined the Sisterhood of Derketo and became initiates under her. Her warriors were skilled and fanatical. Her cult of the Great Whore blossomed and the Goddess was pleased. Tlana delighted in that grace and her power and loved her Goddess with all her soul.

Many were the stories that could be told, but only one needs mentioning; the one that led to her downfall and the eventual fate that she would live.

At the height of her power she fell to the wiles of her enemies. She was betrayed by a friend, captured, taken by slavers and tormented until her conviction to Derketo faltered; her love wavered and she lost hope. In the deepest and darkest places of the slaver’s tower she renounced her Goddess in order to be free of the tortures and manipulations inflicted upon her. Her faith broke.  

However, the loyalty of her followers was true. The beautiful Priest Queen was not forgotten by her people. Her mightiest Captain, the one she had so ever admired, came. He came alone, and single-handedly broke into the dungeons, slew the slavers and rescued his Priestess from despair. Fleeing into the night her life would never be the same.

That absolute love that she had for Derketo had been shattered. Her heart found a new source of joy, her Captain. She cried in anguish, far more tormented than any of the tortures she had endured just days earlier. To love another more than the Goddess was sacrilege. But, she could not help herself. Her love could not be taken back from the Captain. She told him this, of her love for him and told him she would leave the service of the Goddess if only to share his love. The Captain refused and left rather than return the love he truly felt and see his Priestess fall from her position, she never saw him again.

Distraught, she prayed for forgiveness, for at least some acceptance, but none came. Like her consort, Set, Derketo cares little for those that displease her. Tlana’s life spiraled downward. Her powers waned, her people grew sick and weary, her mind became full of depression and darkness and she turned to the lotus to ease her mind. Those who would see her fall, grew in power and prestige and soon usurped her position as High Priestess. She was cast out of the temple alone and shattered.

The event that followed are full of misery. Quickly she was taken by a tribe of warriors from the deep north and made their slave. She has been traded many times, but her position has barely changed. She believes her life as a slave is a penance for her lack of faith. One day she hopes she will be forgiven by the Goddess she so deeply loved and return to a better life of freedom and happiness.

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