The Shattered Kingdom
Growing up the daughter of a farmer is a sure way to learn about life and death—butchering chickens and pigs, watching the farm cats get trampled by the livestock, etc. Trirella learned to take it all in stride. When her stepfather died (her biological father was an elf she never knew and that her mother would never speak of, no matter how hard pressed), she was about 15, and that’s when it became apparent just how well she’d come to terms with death. Her mother grieved terribly, but (insert name here) was serene. Mother didn’t take this particularly well, and Trirella decided it was time to leave home. How could she stay at home with a mother who simply didn’t understand “the way things should be.” Of course, the natural place to go was to learn the ways of the Raven Queen. Since then, she’s been traveling the countryside and performing her priestessly duties. She’s pretty serene overall, nearly taciturn. Almost unflappable. It takes a lot to get her riled up.