Triss Goldenthorn

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Triss Goldenthorn

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Triss was originally from a small village named Jakanda in Arafel. Her father was a soldier while her mother was a renown bell-maker that citizens of Arafel wear in their hair. At least, that is what Triss had been told. When she was very young, her parents were killed in a shadowspawn invasion that wiped out half of the village, so she did not remember them very well.

Her and her brother Devan were taken in by traveling merchants traveling south out of the Borderlands. Unfortunately for the siblings, the merchants’ intentions were not honest. They had planned to sell them to a band of bandits north of Caemlyn. Triss and her brother escaped and found themselves living on the streets of Aringill. Triss and Devan had lived on the streets together for five years before Devan disappeared in the night without a trace.

Triss was born with the Spark in her, she had been Channeling unconsciously, and perhaps sometimes even consciously since she was a child. Even so, she did not have a firm grasp on her abilities, or indeed even her potential.

After an accident that left five Caemlyn city guards burnt to a crisp, an Aes Sedai and her Warder had found her and promptly packed her up to go to the White Tower. Triss was thrilled to learn from the Aes Sedai, she figured with the power and prestige she could gain from being an Aes Sedai, no one could ever hurt her again.

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A year later Triss stood alone in her room within the White Tower. Two balls of light hung suspended air above a messy-looking desk. She stared intently at a letter that sat atop that desk. This letter was from a previous… benefactor of a life she left behind. They made demands and threats, but they did not know the power she now wielded and the connections she had made. It almost seemed… laughable, these demands. Sending a flow of Fire she burnt the letter to ash, and then swept it off the desk with a separate flow of Air. She checked her seven-banded dress for stains and then strode out of the room, leaving the past behind, confident in the path she had chosen.
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