Taamlyn Meliorn-Colquhoun

Lady Taamlyn Meliorn-Colquhoun, half-elven cleric of the goddess Lorminstra,
devotee of Oleani and Imaera.)
My birth parents live far to the south, in a small quiet town west of Vornavis. My elfin ranger father taught my brother and I the ways of forest creatures and instilled in me a love for long walks and exploring new trails. My human mother sold the healing herbs and potions she distilled from what we
foraged, and the townsfolk came to her for healing advice, both of body and of heart. From her I learned kindness and to care for others.

My father's older brother, Bishop Anclure Meliorn of Vornavis Province, recognized my affinity for spiritual matters, and when I was 11 years old I went to Vornavis to study under his guidance. After some years of book study and strict religious practices, I grew restless to see new places and walk new trails. I spent a time with my parents, and when a traveling merchant came through our little town, I asked to go along. The merchant had heard of a burgeoning waterside town far to the north where his goods would be eagerly bought, and where a cleric like myself would find many in need of her
services. It was a dangerous but exciting trip, and at last, aided by an old crumbling map, the merchant found the trail through the mountains to Wehnimer's Landing.

I continued my clerical training in Wehnimer's Landing, gradually exploring further and further outside the town walls. One dark night in the fall of the year, I ventured to the graveyard, and met Cru ShaiDorsai, who became my mentor and taught me hunting skills and advised my training. I owe much to Lord Cru. I joined Voln and pursued the freeing of the undead. I became a rezzing cleric and restored life to a great many folk, there were times I was the only rezzer available, or one of a few. (This was before Wehnimer's population explosion.)

When I was more than halfway along the Voln path, my mentor advised me to join the secret society. Though I had some trepidations about doing so, I followed his advice. I never felt comfortable about leaving Voln and joining the "bathhouse gang", and began to have nightmares about it. Around this time I fell in love with Kinshack, who at that time was devoutly Voln. The night before we wed, we were granted visions of a terrifying kind, and I decided my allegiance belonged with my husband against the foretold horrors, and I resigned from the secret society. I'd hoped to rejoin Voln, and though many dear friends sought to get me reinstated, I was never able to do so.

Sadly, marriage to Kinshack did not last long. In grief I fled to Teras Isle, but I missed the crowds and familiar faces of the Landing, and soon returned. Dremerie comforted me through that time, and became my sister (and I became part of a large family) when I was adopted by the bard Lord Bevan. Being half-elven, I'm not strong enough to drag some dead folks. A kind and courteous giantman warrior named Khazaan often came to aid me, dragging even the largest giants to safe spots for rezzing. We became good friends, and one magical night he asked me to marry him.

My way of life changed then. We had a baby daughter soon after, our beloved, spirited lass Tierna. Our family grew larger with the addition of our handsome sons Fezic, Burzath and Balaczar. (Today we have some grandchildren too.) We had many, many adventures. These days I roam the lands at Khazaan's side, rezzing a bit less and hunting more, taking delight in the powerful swing my husband wields, helping with my spells. Nothing thrills me more than an exciting rescue and rezz in the wilds. Khazaan often acts as "warpuff" -- tending and healing with ales before I rezz. I also enjoy officiating at weddings, and I still love to walk great distances and see new sights with my husband. Though Khazaan and I travel widely, we soon return to Wehnimer's Landing, our home. ~*~