I don´t know how and where my life began. So far, I can say I have been living all my life in the Pharasma´s temple in the city of Vische, Ustalav. My life is blessed by Pharasma. The midwife gave me a great place to live and grow up, always surrounded by clerics, oracles and white necromancers. All of they gave me the knowledge I possess. I have learned about many religions, but principally about Pharasma. They helped me to control how to channel positive energy and the way to use the magic that goes through my body as an answer for my pray and faith. They taught me how to talk with people and to sense their motives and how to negotiate in many situations. I have read many books about religion and how to use divine magic. The temple possesses an important library.
Five years ago, a professor called Petros Lorrimor came to the temple looking for information about Pharasma and white necromancers. My Master gave me the mission to help him into his research. I became into his friend. We spent many hours of our time studying, talking and learning. Few months before he arrived, I started to hear a voice into my head. The voice was strange and somehow frightening. Petros helped me to discover what was going on. First of all, he explained me what I am, I am a Changeling, and it means I am the product of the mix between a hag and a man. Probably my father was killed by my mom after I was born. The voice I had been hearing was my mom, calling me to forfeit my destiny, my faith. And finally, both discovered that I can shut up this voice and continue with my life, after all, it is a pretty good life.
During his studies, he learned about undead from my own experience, when I was helping in the temple and around of Barstoi. I almost die many times facing undeads. Petros feel attracted by my life and my race, and both learned about it together. He felt fascinated since the first time he saw me. It was the first time he had seen a pale girl with one blue eye and the other black. I have had long black hair all my life. I have kept contact with him for all these five years. It was a very hard news to know he passed away, but I know that Pharasma will give to him a just judgment.
Now, I´m 19 years old, I have spend my whole life serving and learning about Pharasma in a region called Barstoi at east of Ustalav. At this point, I can call myself a white necromancer, at least, I love that title. I´m going to say good bye to a friend who became the father I never had. I am going to Ravengro.