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[b]Rayna of Fenwater[/b] 
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[*]Swamp Elf with magical powers.
[*]16 years old.
[*]4'11", 102#; slim, with modest, firm breasts and a shapely ass.
[*]Straight, fine, brunette hair; when not up in a bun or in braids, it reaches her waist.
[*]Hazel-green eyes.
[*]Pointed ears.
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Rayna clutched the small sailing vessel's mast, fearing for her life as the storm raged all about them. Her race, the [i]Ichiri i nir[/i] -- the Children of the Gods, as they'd called each other since time immemorial -- were not and ocean-going people. They'd made their homes in the marshes and swamps of The Fenwater and near the City of Lux, where the concept of a current was barely recognized, let alone waves.

That location of their origin was what had led to them being called [i]Lhun edhellen[/i] -- Swamp Elves -- by the many other Races of [url=https://i.imgur.com/jWcx2iJ.jpg]the Known World[/url]. In the beginning, her People had despised the derogatory description. But they'd come to embrace it as their own over time.

Rayna looked to Killian as he heroically worked to keep the boat from being swamped by the growing waves. She'd only come to know the Human less than a Moon ago, when he began organizing this adventure which by the Gods' hands was suddenly fraught with danger.

She looked about herself to the others in the boat. Rayna was the only Swamp Elf aboard, but she certainly wasn't the only [i]Creature[/i] aboard. [i]Creature.[/i] That was the word the Humans in the Other Land -- from where they'd just come -- called every [i]Being[/i] that wasn't a [i]Human[/i] Being. 

Getting away from that land was a Godsend, of course. Rayna's future in the Other Land would have been a dismal. At best, as an Elf in a land dominated by Human Beings, she might have been lucky enough to be purchased by a wealthy man to become his [i]Sindarin[/i], his personal Elven consort -- his [i]sex toy[/i]. More likely, however, she would have been sold to one of the brothels to become a sexual oddity for as many as two dozen Human patrons a day until she was simply too worn out to attract men or -- more likely -- finally took her own life.

Either way, she likely would have spent her entire life with her wrists and ankles shackled, loosely but still bound. An ancient spell casted upon the [i]Ichiri i nir[/i] -- ironically in the Known World, not the Other Land -- prevented them from partaking of their magical ability when bound in iron shackles. Rayna had been wearing her own [i]bracelets[/i] since she'd first exhibited her abilities at age 12. She'd begun wearing [i]anklets[/i], too, just a year after that when she'd attempted to run away from her Master of the time.
 
Killian had rescued Rayna from all that. He was her savior in more ways that she could count. She was going to make it up to him someday soon, too, in ways that any man would appreciate. He didn't know that yet, of course; it wasn't something you shared with a [i]prospective partner[/i] until it was time to actually [i]partake[/i] of one another. 

Rayna had eagerly accepted the invitation to board this boat and set sail. Now, though, as yet another wave came over the bow and threatened to wash her, Killian, or any of the others overboard, Rayna began to wonder whether or not it might have been better to simply remain back there as a slave.