User:Rainnuine

Rainnuine told us her tale as we rested around the fire one night. I can only assume it is the truth. Since her disappearance, there are few left to assay the story. All I have to prove her presence is a copy of the letter which follows--alas, not written to me, rather to someone in power. Given the decade that has passed since its writing, I leave you to divine who might have been the recipient of the original.

This is who she told us she was:

I was born in 1252 into a long line of Caledoni who knew Alba as home for many generations before me. Where we hailed from before that, I will never know, but we are all fair of hair and green of eye. Or were. My mother died giving birth to the seventh of her children, my sixth brother. That brother and all of his brothers were killed, along with my father, by the demon Sassenach. I was orphaned at ten years or twelve, I cannot be sure. I know that I have thought of little else since that time but to avenge the deaths of my family and my countrymen in this endless fight for Scotland. And I know that I could read well and write well enough from an early age and,ultimately, that became my stock in trade and saved my hide many a time. I have lived in Ettrick forest or something like it since our family lands were taken. My companions are outlaws, foxes and owls, witches, cattle thieves and political prisoners. I break the law for the mending of my land. I listen, I write things down, I travel silently by night and I pretend to be less than I am to further the cause of those who must lead.

I have had a tattoo since I was a bairn and would have been the head of my family, according to the old ways, had my family survived. I have known William, the man who champions the causes dear to my heart, all my life. I ate what is known as an orange once and will never forget it.