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Lady Warbrooke

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My name is Lady Warbrooke. I have been on this Earth for 35 years. I stand five foot nine inches tall, which means I am quite capable of looking a man in the eye as my sharp daggers make quick work of his soft belly. Though I have not been a Rogue officially overlong, I have been with this merry band of mischief makers in solidarity and in spirit for nigh on three score.

I was born in Essex England to wonderful parents who loved me very much.My mother thought it important that I learn the graces of being a true Lady and set about the task of teaching me the joys of running a proper English house. She caught consumption in the winter of my tenth year and died before the spring melt. My raising was left to my father, a genteel and gracious land owner with a voracious appetite for books and knowledge. My father taught me to be an independent thinker and one of my favorite memories was of sitting with him in the garden playfully arguing the finer points of Socrates and Plato. My father’s motto was “See the truth and live by it”, and he did. He was a fair and decent man who treated everyone from dignitary to pig farmer with the same dignity and respect.

It was lucky that the country folk who lived around our estate thought of my family with high regard, for when the brutal lord of our barony was overthrown in a bloody peasant uprising, my father and I were forewarned and allowed to quietly escape with our trunks packed and our affairs in order. The carriage we were riding in hit a downed branch and was thrown off the road. I hit my head so hard from the impact that I was knocked unconscious. I awoke to discover that my father was dead from a broken neck, our trunks had been spirited away by desperate thieves and I was alone and basically penniless, save for a small velvet pouch that I wore around my neck that held my mothers wedding ring.

After a few hard years, I was set up quite comfortably as an Innkeeper in a quaint port town. In that time I exercised my might as much as my intellect, and as such became known for my exceptional dagger skills. My mother’s insistence on training me in the kitchen paid off in spades, for my victuals were sought far and wide, and the tempting treats that sprang from my ovens allowed me to charge above market price for my lodgings and gave me fodder to learn a few new skills. I learned the jeweler’s trade this way and discovered an outlet for all my creative energies, as well as a penchant for making near indestructible chain mail. I did very well for myself.

I had decided to take in a theatre performance, and while there happened upon a girl who quickly became a dear friend. Something in my spirit chimed that we would know each other for life, I had found a sister. In the years since first meeting Sachiko Zetsumei the other bodies that were with us that night have fallen by the wayside, but my friendship with her remains strong and true.

I went to sea for the first time out of sheer boredom. I had conquered adversity on land and I set out for the waves hoping for more challenge and adventure. I took my skills and training with me on the oceans and set up merchant booths in ports across the known world where I plied my fine jewelry and chain mail successfully on land and honed my knowledge of all the lands and waters. I ran into my dear old friend Sachiko, who informed me that she had attained the status of Captain. Captain Zetsumei extended the invitation to join her crew on board her fine vessel The Koumori, and after careful review of my years of service to her organization, I came onboard as the ship Chronicler.