Corilyn was born 26 years ago in a small palace room to the official adviser of the King, and his wife, the Lady Wintyr. She quietly grew up around the other little girls of the palace’s court, including both of the King’s daughters. She was a very submissive and quiet child due to her father’s extreme authority. When he died at her age of 8, she was not sorry, and slowly began to discover herself and try to figure out who she was. It seemed her mother had gained much favor in the King’s court due to her husband’s murder. Lady Wintyr planned on marrying Corilyn off young for the wealth it would bring. Therefore Corilyn was put through much training for young ladies. By the age of 10, only two years later, she could make simple jewelry, sew, stitch, crochet, make candles, make incense and oils, garden, cook, dance, read, write, speak formally, ride, sing, play instruments, etc, etc, etc… the list went on and on. With so many activities and classes, the few girls she had befriended lost touch with her. She stayed to herself day after day in her classroom in one of the palace’s towers and watched the woods, wondering when she might be on her own. She dreaded the future marriage to some fat wealthy old pig of a lord. She was only 10 though… she still had time.

By the age of 14 she had developed an uncanny talent for drawing animals to her. One of the kitchen maids noticed this and had a note sent to her classroom one day that winter. It described the art of witchcraft and how Corilyn possessed many of the abilities required for it already. Thus Corilyn began to learn at night in secret with Leila the kitchen maid. One year passed, and Corilyn’s mother thought it far past time to marry her daughter off. There was a Lord from just outside the courts that had come calling quite a few times to Lady Wintyr about her daughter. In one of the letters Corilyn found by the man to her mother, it described his desires for a young strong girl of purity…which Corilyn certainly was. He also apparently had developed a taste for her contrasting features. Light and dark. The black hair against white skin. Disgusted with her mother and the Lord’s words, Corilyn did the only thing she could possibly think of to ruin the marriage agreements. In the middle of the night she stole away to the stable yards and searched out the first available stable boy she could find. Luring him was easy enough, she but only had to ‘accidentally’ trip over a shovel and into the nearest hay bale, making sure her skirts were raised high by the fall, and looking shocked while eyeing the young man. His name had been Kabe, and he more than surely helped her to ruin one of the marriage agreements; her purity. With that taken care of, it was not hard to prove this to her mother’s nurses before the marriage was to be finally signed upon. What was hard were the severe beatings she would receive over the next year to come. None the less, she was free for a time to continue pursuing witchcraft.

By the age of 17, her mother had yet again managed to find another man to marry her off to. The letters she stole and read in secret described desires far less attractive than even the first Lord’s had been. This man also had no qualms whatsoever for Corilyn’s lack of purity. True, Corilyn had never been with anyone since that one night, but her mother seemed to have made her out to be a harlot. Being bound this time with no way out, she had only one chance left; death. In the end however, she hadn’t the guts to drive the knife through her heart. Her will breaking, she ran to Leila for advice. Leila was quite unwilling to kill her, but in the end realized Corilyn would not be dissuaded. Leila helped Corilyn device a plan to be executed. Witchcraft was after all illegal in their kingdom. Leila was no longer a kitchen maid, but a personal maid to one of the Princesses. She acted out the spying servant and whispered a tidbit about Corilyn in Morwin’s ear one morning. The princess took no time in snitching to her father, whom immediately had Corilyn’s room searched and then having Corilyn incarcerated for the evidence found against her. Corilyn’s mother naturally denied her own daughter before the court, leaving all matters in their own hands. Corilyn received the news gravely but gladly of her set execution within the week.

During her brief time in the cells under the castles fort, she was cruelly harassed by two guards, and was branded on the back of the neck with a W for being a witch. The guards as well tried to harass her in other forms, but she was quite advanced in her training and was able to ward them off. The day of the execution came and she was brought before the swordsman and the court for any final words. She simply smiled and said nothing, but then… a turn of fate. The Lord, whom her mother was to marry her off to, appeared with the legal agreement documents of proposed marriage to the girl. The King at first was appalled the man would want a witch as his wife, but the man explained he could not marry her now, yet he had been promised her, and did not want to leave this empty handed. He promised the dealings he would put the girl through would surely kill her soon enough anyhow. The argument finally was agreed with by the King, as long as Corilyn was kept outside the King’s main courts and lands. With that settled, Corilyn was taken screaming, tied, and carted up out from the King’s court and bound for her new Master’s estates.

Her time spent as the Lord’s slave lasted a year, which included physical labor so harsh and sexual torments so extreme, it was a wonder she lived, what with starvation and beating added to the mix, she was the living dead incarnate. Somehow, the goddess must have played favor on her, for her will remained to be free or die. One night, exactly a year from the first day of her enslavement, a crow landed on the barred window of her small rank cell, holding a sprig of leaves in its beak which Corilyn did not recognize. Not caring if she lived or died, she accepted the gift and ate it hungrily. Within the hour she was unconscious, so much to the point that there was no rise or fall to her chest, no pulsing of heartbeat detectable in her wrist or throat… she was dead. In all senses that should be, she was dead. At least that’s what the Lord thought the next morning when he came to her cell with his usual thoughts of torment for her. Corilyn woke that night in a ditch near the river that ran along the edge of the woods to the west of the Lord’s estates. She drank water and found the plants she might eat the roots of, usually used for spells, but would due for nourishment since they weren’t poisonous. By the morning, she was able to trudge her way into the nearest town where she found the local midwife and offered her any healing service in return for some food.

In the end she was allowed to go with the woman’s husband on his next trip to the north when he brought supplies. When they reached the first town after a long journey, Corilyn parted with the man, and took up residence on the edge of the town in little more than a run down shack. The town was Shevard Slane, and they welcomed healers there, which is what she called herself. Within a couple years, with the help of a local Tavern and Shoppe owner by the name of Jupiter, she was back to looking like a real human being, and earning her own way. Over that time and the next 3 years, she acquired a couple feathered familiars as well as a pony familiar she used for her carting into town for the fairs. Being 24, and fully capable, she began to gain a taste for wanting some adventure like her friend Jupiter. With her life’s savings, supplies of her trade, and clothes packed onto her new familiar Cirrusel, a beautiful dapple grey mare, she headed out for whatever was ahead in the great unknown. Along the way she would help those in villages she came through in exchange for her way. During this time, Othello, a black crow became her second familiar, and it is as this… that she now travels her way into the inner ways of Tel’Rune. She is amazed by the detail and vastness of it and its workings. She hopes to make friends and set up a new life here.