Sorsha O'banon (History dubmited for comentary.)<br/><br/>Daughter of Fenton O'bannon, a wandering minstril and harpist, intelegent and skilled at music, but not quite a Bard (in the D&D sense), Fenton nonetheless attracted the attention of a red haired lass who wasn't entirly mortal, perhaps an Aasimar with the blood of Brigitte's servatns in her viens.  She gave the name Sorsha and had tricollor eyes like flames, blue within, yielding to red, then to gold.  She bore him a daughter, then left when the girl was weaned, leading Fenton to name her for her mother.  Her eyes were the vivid, luminous blue of heartfire, and otherwise she looked more like her mother than her father, save for standing a bit taller and broader, with shoulders to match her femenine hips and busty chest.<br/><br/>Born to music and the road, sorsha was nonetheless a nurturing soul.  Maturing quickly, she took over the tasks of tentkeeping for her father, learning to cook and clean and more or less mothering the bemused, aging minstril.  She loved her father very much, learning from the ways of music, of spear and dagger, and, through observation, flirtation and they way it was both shared pleasure and a way of bringing out the bold and great in a shy person.<br/><br/>Coming of age tender hearted but with no long term friends save for her father and their dog, Jack, Sorsha became a rather wild flirt and dancer, coming to apreciate the kiss and cuddle of short term trysts and, more importantly, learning that, despite being a bit clumsy, her combination of beauty and celebrity had the power to insipire.  She saught out the tender hearted and the shy while in a town and devoted her weeks their to bringing them out of their shells<br/><br/>This was her first encounter with what Briggitte asked of her in return for her gifts, though she still didn't quite realize she was using Briggitte's gifts.  The animals and bruises she tended healed fully, likewise with the cloth she mended.<br/><br/>One day, not so long ago, Sorsha learned that Briggitte asked more of her than she was ever prepared for, and offered more power in return than she she had ever imagined wielding.<br/><br/>They came to a town near, but not on the frontier of it's nation, that was in mourning, but that broke into a rejoicing cry to see her.<br/><br/>Confused by the sudden impromptu parade, Briggitte's warm and hopeful heart was siezed with dread as she was carried to the one inn with her father and the two were presented wtih the richest meal the village could prepare.  The village's priest, an ancient man, weapt as he sat down next to her, "You've come, chosen one.  I've had images of you all my life, and crafted the statue in the church in your likeness, but didn't know it was true 'til I saw you.  I'm sorry that you've only come to my village now that I'm to old to serve you better, or instruct you more, and that I could only persuade my parish to prepare for your coming now that your strength is so sorely needed."<br/><br/>Briggitte swallowed hard, and whispered with dread curiosity what strength she could have to offer.<br/><br/>Imediatly people began to cry out for her to save theri daugthers and liberate their village, but the priest drove them away, and took her and her aged father into the temple, where she saw a suit of scale mail and a set of spears made by the village smith adorning a beautiful statue...<br/><br/>Of brigitte?<br/><br/>Or of her?<br/><br/>The statue had her cuvers, her face, but strength of charecter, sadness and hope she thought she might never see.  Sorsha reached out to touch the statues face and wondered if she could ever achieve such beauty.<br/><br/>The elder priest spent a week teaching her all he could of how to harness the celestial power within her through prayer to Brigitte, but only when the twelve goblins came to the city gate to demand another tribute in food, gold, and girls, and suddenly Sorsha's fear turned to righteous rage did she find an answer when she prayed.  Donning the armor and letting her hair fall loose behind it as she settled the leather helm over her head, Sorsha prayed to Briggitte for strength as she stormed out around the goblins, singing to the lady of fire.  She blasted the goblins with fire, then lay about her with her spear, strong enough to strike down four of the goblins before their maces drove ehr first to her knees, and then drove conciousness from her body.  She sang a final prayer as she fell, and the jeering goblins huanted her weakned form as they killed beat the life from her dog's body, though he blooded the remaining goblins as well.<br/><br/>Just as the desparing vilagers prepared an apologetic tribute, the strenght of Briggite's magic mended enough of her wounds taht she rose up again and struck at the goblins once more, 'til only she and their king remained.<br/><br/>The goblin king smothe her on the head and carried her limp and exhausted body back to his cavern encampent.<br/><br/>She woke in the goblin king's harem, surounded by four other battered girls, obvisouly pregnant.  There the last of the goblins explained to her that the Army had destroyed all in the goblin city but those she and her dog had destroyed, but now that she was his concubine, he would take the power in her blood for his sons and daughters and make of them a new generation to take their vengence upon the king.<br/><br/>He ravished her for three night's running, trying with tender touches to win her over, and as she weapt in the night and prayed to Brigitte to deny her once virgin womb to this creature, it came to her that she could destroy him only by pretending to be conquered.<br/><br/>On the third night, when he ravished her, she cried in defiance, then in surender, and then arched her back and screamed as the goblin spilled his seed into her.  Apologising feebly for her defiance, she pleged her heart and body to thegoblins service, and kissed him seductivly, asking him to accept her love.  When the golbin lay back to enjoy her tender minstrations, she took the member with whihc he'd violated her and bit it off.<br/><br/>Thus was the goblin king's reign of terror ended by Sorsha and the village liberated.  They granted her father a home, and to herself they bequeathed the arms and armor and the beautiful gold-leafed and masterfuly crafted harp from the temple, where she would always have a home.<br/><br/>She spent some weeks weeping in the arms of her father, but by the time spring came her resielent spriit, though scarred forever as we must all be by the trauma's of life, was filled with new hope, and new pride, and new life, and a willignness to love again.<br/><br/>Brigitte had called her though, and she packed up the harp to play when she could, and donned the copper-guilded armor, whose scales were flames in the dawn light, and fought to learn to dance with spears, daggers, and gauntlets, so that next time she was needed she would triumph through force of arms and divine power alone.