------------- Nate’s Crew – Sister Golden Hair

Life in Our Lady of Avalon Convent and School for Young Ladies was quiet and peaceful, as peaceful as a school for young ladies could be, especially when many of those young ladies did not entirely live up to the title. Mellissa Canfield had been such a girl, a bit of a problem, but only because she was so much smarter and more mature than everyone else her age. But a traveling Bishop noticed her and saw her brilliance and magical talent and offered the school to her family. They gladly accepted as they would never have been able to pay for such a thing on their own. So, at the age of 8, Lissa, as she was known, entered the convent.

By the time Lissa was 15, she’d already completed all her class work and graduated into the Sisterhood of the Church of the Land as a full-fledged Mystic. Not knowing what to do with the occasionally rambunctious 15 year old Nun, they put her to work in the libraries of the school. By the age of 18, she was teaching classes and working on advanced mathematical and scientific theories. As a priestess of Dagda, with a healthy respect for Mannanan Mac Lir and Math Mathawy, her mind was always bent on learning and teaching. But by the age of 21, she had exhausted all the knowledge that could be gleaned from the remote Convent in the hills of north Umberlee, Sonntaglia, and wanted more. That’s when her theories and writings on Arcanology came to the attention of an Archaeologist at the prestigious Royal Anderson Academy in Westhaven. After their meeting, Professor Marcus Reynolds was so taken with her intellect that he petitioned the Mother Superior to assign her to his expedition. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, she agreed.

The two set out of Port Duchess on a merchant ship heading west. After several months of travel on different ships and many dangers, they were shipwrecked off of Tyco Reef with the survivors of the SGS Dragon Bay and were luckily rescued by a FreeRanger Frigate heading north. They ended up in Mauritius, with their clothes, scientific instruments and books all gone, and little money to pay for passage back towards the east. Neither Lissa nor Professor Reynolds had seen any of the islands where they suspected ancient Atlantean ruins to be found.

Lissa was confronted with one of the more hedonistic and morally bankrupt western cultures of the continent of Callona. Her faith and purity and chastity had withstood many trials, but this? The stink of the waterfront was unbearable, though she soldiered on. The depravity of the pirates and ruffians that called this place home shocked her at every turn. It didn’t help that all she had left to wear were tattered rags or that her beauty surpassed that of some of the Priestesses of Aphrodite. It was, perhaps, the will of Dagda that a dashing hero finally came to her rescue, not just with an offer of passage, but with slightly more appropriate clothing to wear.

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