In the realms of Jor-Karroc, there exists a figure of strength and enigma - Sulin of the Cosada Goshien, an indomitable Amazonian spirit. Statured shorter than most, Sulin's compact frame belies her astonishing might. With sinewy muscles glistening beneath her tawny skin, she moves with a grace that some say even the elves would envy. Yet, it is her piercing yellow eyes that strike fear into the hearts of any that dare encounter her. For amongst the peoples of Jor-Karroc in this age, the Age of Heroes, these eyes signal an ominous omen, a forewarning of impending doom.
As a hunter, Sulin is a master of the shadows, her prey often stumbling upon their own demise before even realizing her presence. The gift of silence cloaks her movements, allowing her to approach foes undetected. Taciturn by nature, Sulin speaks only when the weight of her words carries a profound significance, exuding an aura of stoic pride that sets her apart from the clamoring world around her.
But it is amidst her people, the Cosada Goshien, where Sulin's true essence reigns supreme. Their culture, unyielding and fiercely independent, allows no men to dwell amongst them, save for the sole purpose of propagation. During such times, when the need to replenish their ranks arises, the Cosada Goshien descend upon the mainland with unmatched ferocity, leaving a trail of captives in their wake. From their inviolable refuge, the island of Far Dareis-mai, they strike fear into the hearts of those who dare challenge their way of life.
In the echoes of forgotten tales, Sulin of the Cosada Goshien stands as a testament to the untamed strength that dwells within the hearts of the Amazons. Her indomitable spirit and relentless pursuit of justice will etch her name into the annals of Jor-Karroc, forever remembered as a force to be reckoned with, and a harbinger of both hope and despair.

It came to pass that Sulin, who bore the mark of the chosen, met the Rat paladin Cephiro on the road from Sargate, which was then called Wraclav, the trade port on the Sapphire of Mereland, which was Normere. And they were slain by wicked wizards, and robbed. But they did rise again after three days, for they were chosen. And went hence to the capital, Aethaldur, which was then cursed with the name Sandromeirez. There they dwelt and became renowned. And Sulin was there, unregarded by all who came to know them as the Party of the Rat Paladin, first of the Champions of Jor-Karroc.

As they traveled south, into the lands of Bermania, so did she go, it is a testament of her tale that little is said of her, but that she was there, of her deeds and actions, no scroll or tome can tell that we have to hand.