Felena was born into the noble family MacRorie, the result of the
        union of Baron Ian MacRorie and Lady Jocelyn MacAlister of
        Winterbrook. Named for her grandmother on her mother's side,
        Felena grew up wanting for few things. Her parents bestowed upon
        her all the love and guidance they had to offer, and now, looking
        back to her childhood, she was thankful for all she had been taught.

        A precocious child with flowing red hair, and bright green eyes,
        Felena was known to find mischief where ever it might be. Her father
        taught her to ride, as soon as she was able to walk, and by the time
        she had seen 7 summers, she was riding stallions her father's stable
        hands only dreamed of riding. Her riding ability gave her
        independence quickly, and she spent her free time roaming the hills
        near her home, carrying with her a lunch of bread and cheese,
        exploring the caves and woods near the castle. She would often
        sneak out the side gate of the castle, before the sun was up, to ride
        through the meadow of wildflowers below the castle, stirring up the
        morning mist as though she were riding through the clouds. As her
        father could not seem to tame her wandering heart, he decided that
        for her safety, he would teach her weaponry, a task he took upon
        himself, rather than assigning her to the weapons master. Felena
        looked forward to the lessons with her father, and soon was skilled
        in the use of assorted swords, maces, flails, and other weapons of
        defense. She learned quickly, and as she reached her 13th summer,
        though slight of build, a mere 5'2" tall, and 98 stones heavy, she was
        matching blows with many of her father's squires. Ian was pleased
        with her skill, and felt secure that she would be able to defend
        herself should the need arise.

        She continued honing her skills of horsemanship and weaponry, but
        began then to concentrate upon the art of healing, lessons she very
        much enjoyed, as she could use them not only for the people around
        her, but also for the animals she loved so dearly. She had a thirst for
        knowledge that would not be quenched, and her parents saw to it
        that she was afforded every opportunity to learn and grow. And
        though she learned many skills others deemed manly, her mother saw
        to it that she never lost the feminine side of her upbringing. Jocelyn
        taught her to stitch gowns for herself, a task she found relaxing
        after a long day, as well as teaching her to cook the glorious recipes
        handed down from many generations of Mac Rories, and MacAlisters.

        Upon her 16th birthday, her grandfather presented her with the
        MacRorie Emeralds, a set consisting of a necklace, earrings and a
        crested ring. She had seen them only a few times prior to her
        birthday, as her grandmother rarely wore them, and she was
        awestruck when she opened the silk lined box they came in. Her
        grandfather looked at her with eyes full of love, as Jocelyn fastened
        the clasp of the necklace securely at the back of Felena's neck. She
        donned the earrings and placed the ring upon her finger, rushing to
        her grandfather and embracing him in a bear hug.

        Her life continued happily until the winter of her 17th year. The
        family had just completed their dinner, her father and his guests
        having retired to the anteroom to speak of supplying food to a
        neighboring town that had been hard hit by a winter storm. Felena
        and her mother were sitting by the fire in her mother's room
        speaking of the latest lessons in healing and midwifery Felena had
        completed. The alarm was raised from the courtyard, screams and
        shouts of invasion breaking their reverie. Felena rushed to her room
        to take up her sword to enter the fray at her father's side, but as
        she entered the main hall ready to fight, she heard him shout for her
        mother to place her into hiding. She stopped in disbelief, and begged
        them both to let her fight. She knew her skills would be needed. But
        her pleas fell on deaf ears, as her father turned to defend what he
        had worked so hard to build.

        She again begged her mother to let her fight. But she had insisted
        that she remain in hiding until it was safe to come out. She reminded
        her that she must carry on the MacRorie line, that some day, a male
        heir could reclaim their land. Just before leaving her, Lady Jocelyn
        pressed an item into her daughter's hand. Closing the cover over the
        hiding place, her mother turned just as the enemy streamed into the
        bed chamber. And so, against all the urges surging from her she
        watched, helpless to do anything to prevent the slaughter before her.
        And then she sensed it. The feeling of great evil...so close it made the
        hairs stand up on the back of her neck.

        The silence was deafening, so close did it come after the terrible
        screams that tore the night, and Felena sat there, waiting for more
        terror to begin. She had never before been in the presence of an evil
        so intense, and she was motionless in her fear. Why had she promised
        her mother she would not come out? Was the MacRorie bloodline so
        important that it took precedence over fighting at the side of her
        mother and father? Surely these evil beings had to know that an heir
        survived, for a power so strong as this could never reach out and not
        find her. But to her utter astonishment, the being did not come for
        her in her hiding place.

        When she was sure the evil had passed, she pushed open the lid of
        the hiding place and climbed out. Dead bodies of Orcs and
        Hobgoblins littered the bed chamber, and she had to catch herself
        as she stumbled over them. She walked slowly, as in a trance, the
        shock so great that she could barely put one foot in front of the
        other, searching the room for any sign of her mother or father. As
        she rounded the end of the huge bed that dominated the room, she
        caught a glimpse of familiar fabric along the floor.
        "NOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, the sound of which pulled in all
        the agony she felt. Her world was ripped from her at the sight of her
        mother's near lifeless body. She dropped to her knees beside her
        mother and began to incant the healing spells she had been taught.
        She cast, and rememorized, cast and rememorized, again and again,
        until it became mechanical in sequence. But the more she tried, the
        faster her mother seemed to slip away.

        "Oh, LORD TYR!!!!!!!" she screamed, "PLEASE HELP ME!!!" "DON'T
        LET IT END THIS WAY!!!" she cried out in desperation. Tears
        streamed down her face, as she fought against the anguish that
        threatened to overwhelm her. Time seemed to stretch forever, and
        when she thought all was lost she felt the touch of her mother's hand
        on hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked into her
        mother's eyes. "My darling Felena," she said, so quietly that Felena
        wasn't sure if
        she had heard her, or if it was all in her mind. "The Lord Tyr has in
        mind for you great things, my daughter. He will see that you are lead
        to the path of righteousness, if you will only..."she broke off, seized
        by a fit of coughing. She calmed again and continued "Trust in him
        my daughter. "Anger rose up in her, a feeling so intense, so full of
        hate that it threatened to swallow her whole. "I will avenge thee,
        Mother!!" She vowed, her voice again raising in volume to a shout.
        "Nay, my sweet Felena....revenge is for the weak, and the evil. Ye have
        always been so strong..."her voice began to fade until Felena could
        barely hear her. "Tyr will guide ye..." a large gasp of air... "Lord Helm,
        protect my baby!!!! Lord Tyr guide her on her way, Lord Oghma grant
        her wisdom in her quest for good!! I love thee, my precious child."
        She reached out toward her daughter's cheek to wipe away the free
        falling tears, and breathed her last breath. Felena watched in mute
        horror as the room around her began to spin and she lapsed into
        unconsciousness.

        She awoke after a time, and pulled herself to her feet. The shock of
        the events of the evening had settled upon her like a shroud. She
        stumbled to the door, pulling it open and moved mindlessly down the
        hallway, opening the doors to each room she passed, hoping she might
        find someone alive. Alas it was not to be. The castle was littered with
        the dead bodies of her father's guard, most of whom had been in his
        service since before she was born. Tears continued to fall, as she
        searched, finding no sign of life, the only sound she heard being the
        echo of her footsteps upon the blood stained floor. She half fell into
        the courtyard, littered with more bodies of her father's loyal guard,
        squires and pages, interspersed with slain enemy soldiers.

        And then it occurred to her, shocking her out of her stupor, that the
        evil might return. At first, she wished they might come for her, so
        intense was her sorrow, so great was her desire to join her parents.
        But then she remembered the reason her mother had placed her into
        hiding, and she knew, that she would have to leave the home she so
        loved, until a time when she could return and reclaim for her future
        son, what was his by rights. So began the journey that would
        eventually lead her to Neverwinter, and the life Tyr had planned for
        her.