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Lady Fallon de Lisle

Lady of Rhiassa
Member of the Order of the Spoon
Member of Royal Archer's Guild

When my gran'ther Duncan McLain married my grandmother Fiona, times were hard. Grandfather was a wealthy man in the Duchy of Redwall, and felt enormous guilt that others were hungry and exhausted from trying to scrape a living from the barren lands. He often had his own family go without in order to be able to give food to the populace. My mother, Mary, and her older sister Sarah well remembered times when they too were hungry or cold; my Aunt Sarah told me several times that my mother had resented her father's generosity to others.

When my mother reached the age of marriage (typically 16 in our country), she didn't hesitate in her choice of men. She flirted shamelessly with her desired - John Rhys de Lisle, Duke of Redwall. (I have always felt embarrassment about my mother's lack of propriety - women in our country are meant to be quiet and ladylike at all times.) But Father has always been a pushover for a pretty face - and if nothing else, mother was extremely pretty. The portrait that hung over our fireplace in the grand room attested to that. They married within a year, and mother settled down to raise a family.

Her first child, the girl that would have been my older sister Devany, died of a fever when she was only two. Rumors that I heard from a young age tell of the story that my mother, heartbroken over the death of her daughter, made a pact with unnameable powers above that her next child survive, no matter what the price. No doubt she did not expect that the price would be her own life - she died giving birth to me.

Father raised me alone; he had little faith in women to be able to properly raise a child. He did send me to visit each summer with my Aunt Sarah and my many cousins, but other than that I was left to my own devices. Father adored me, but to him I would always represent the heir that he would never have. When I was sixteen, he made plans for me to wed a nineteen-year-old man who stood to inherit his father's vast fortune. I met the man once - and hated him. One hour before the ceremony, he was found dead in his room - the cause of death was never determined.

My Uncle Ian, Duke of Crestview and husband to my mother's sister Sarah, passed on that same year. His eldest son, my cousin Duncan, then became Duke of Crestview, and, because of his honorable qualities, a trusted advisor to the King. Duncan and I had always been close, being only three years apart in age. When the Drow came to invade our lands, Duncan was sent by the King to search for the man who knew the secrets of the swords, and I despaired of ever seeing him again.

One day one of the men noticed smoke in the distance. Several hours later came the word that the Duchy of Crestview had been destroyed by the Drow. Father decided to send me away to protect me. I did not want to go, but a lady does not argue... I left Rhiassa to stay with a country couple just over the border of our lands. We heard within days that the entire kingdom had been razed. I shed ladylike tears, the last surviving member of a once-great Country.

A few months later, I opened my eyes from sleep to see my cousin Duncan before me! Glory above, his life too had been spared! He had been searching for the missing magician when Rhiassa was destroyed. We were very glad to see each other, and spent several days together at the country farm. Then Duncan told me that he needed to return to the country where he had been, Valehaven, to warn the people there of the Drow's continued rampage. I consented at once to go with him.

So now we are here, in this Realm, and still the last two survivors from our lands. The name Rhiassa must continue on...if there is anything I know, it is this.