Swordswoman

You enter your rooms and stand for a moment in front of a mirror. Even unclad in armor, you make an impressive sight. Standing one and a half renads tall (or five foot six inches, as humans measure such things), you present a slender, athletic yet still very feminine figure. Your violet eyes are nestled in a face of ethreal beauty and your pale blonde (almost white) hair, normally bound in a single braid, falls across your firm bosom (in another world, it would be measured as a "B" cup) and down almost to your waist. Your slender arms, whose skin is pale and flawless, do not betray the fact that they have spent endless hours perfecting your unparalleled skill with the sword.

Enough of this woolgathering, you think to yourself. Time to make plans for your travels.

You enter the room that serves both as your study and the place to keep arms and armor. Standing in one corner is the light chainmail unique to your particular elven kingdom. A small dwarven kingdom stands next to yours. Though normally dwarves and elves have as little as possible to do with each other, a past favor done by the elves of your kingdom in ages past still keeps you in good standing with the dwarves of that kingdom. Thus, the mail that you wear represents the merger of dwarven skill and elven magic, making it both light and formidable. Resting near your armor is Repsiwr, a blade with a proud name and a proud heritage. When you announced your plans to seek your adventures in the wide world beyond your kingdom's borders, your mother had a fit. Your father said nothing, but quietly presented you with Repsiwr, which had served your family and your kingdom since the founding of the kingdom. Indeed, Repsiwr had accompanied many an adventurer into the lands beyond the kingdom.

You looked lovingly on these and your other instruments of combat, before turning to the map on the table in the middle of the room. You have grand plans indeed. You were not going to be satisfied with merely being the first elfmaiden to leave the boundaries of her kingdom (and, indeed, you were still a maiden, not having found the male you wish to give your heart and virtue to). You were going to be the first elf AND the first woman to be accepted into the ranks of the legendary Trinity Knights. So had you swore to yourself. But you looked at the map before you, pondering where to start in this quest.