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Dawn of the Wood

"Behind these eyes, deception lies"

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a character in “Prophecy”, originally authored by shadowseductress, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Dawn of the Wood

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Role: The Archer


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Skills: She is a near perfect shot with a bow. Dawn can also create crude bows out of wood, she also makes her own arrows. She is a decent tracker, and can help with minor wounds by medicinal means.

Weaknesses:
Dawn is made for combat at a distance. When it gets up close and personal she is a sitting duck. She does have a pair of daggers to fight when it is necessary but she ends up just being able to to deflect attacks so she can get away. She has no magical abilities and is susceptible to magical attacks.
Dawn is also a hot head and her temper gets her into bad situations.

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Fears: Social interaction
Deforestation
Magic users
Bandrial's soldiers

Likes:
Solitary confinement
Trees
Bows
The color green
swimming
hoods

Dislikes:
Crowds
People
Towns
Confrontation


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God: Auryon


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She is the embodiment of the hunt. Auryon is also a goddess of independence. She only sleeps with men that can best her in battle. Her children are strong of will and of heart. She lives among the woods, some say she can even be found in the Mallowpine forest, hunting the legendary white stag. It is the only beast she has not been able to catch. It is the embodiment of her wants and desires and she will chase it for an eternity. The ultimate hunt.

Dawn has never been religious, although she does believe in the white stag, she has seen it in the Mallowpine on many occasion, although sometimes she questions her sanity, and if it was even there to begin with. Even with the events that have transpired, Dawn has a hard time believing in any gods. Why would they put both her and her country through what they have gone through.

History: Dawn grew up in a relatively happy little family. She had two loving parents and a younger brother. They lived in a small town on the outskirts of the Mallowpine. She spent her childhood hunting with her father and playing with the other children. When she grew to the age of twelve, her family started to think of her future, she was now of marrying age.

Every year Bandrial's guards go from town to town and collect young girls to work as servants in Bandrial's castle. These girls have no choice and often their families are killed trying to protect them. Most girls do not live more than a year in the castle.

When they saw Dawn, they immediately chose her to go to the castle. She was a pretty young girl, and Bandrial liked the pretty ones. Her parents convinced the guards to give them the night to say goodbye to her.

Terrified for their daughter, her parents came up with a plan. Her father took her deep into the Mallowpine, knowing that the twelve year old had more of a chance for survival out in the woods alone, than she did in Bandrial's clutches. They used the body of a young woman who had recently died in childbirth to fake her suicide.

Dawn has lived in the Mallowpine ever since. She is scared to leave for fear she will be found out. She fears not for her own skin but for the fate of her family if they were ever found out. She doesn't know if they are even still alive, she only knows that if she tries to find out she will get them killed. She can never see her family again.

She has learned on the job and has become a great hunter. The bow her father left her has broken long ago, but the ones she has fashioned for herself is very similar. She goes by “Dawn of the Wood” because she will never reveal her real name to protect her parents. She hates everything to do with Bandrial, but cannot act upon her rage for fear of getting everyone she loves killed.


Family: Mother and Father: Fate unknown
Younger Brother: Unknown

So begins...

Dawn of the Wood's Story

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The forest seemed to come alive around the cloaked figure. The dark green shroud made it's wearer almost one with the treetops of which the hooded one darted through. The branches barely groaned in protest as practiced feet crept across them, the leaves brushing by were almost an embrace. The cowl wearing wanderer was at home in the trees. The fact that someone was chasing the concealed character was almost irrelevant.

Her assailants were rendered useless once she was able to scramble her way into the thick of the arbors. With inspiring grace and agility the girl bound from each tree as if she had been born among them. Within moments the attackers could only catch glimpses of the end of a emerald colored cloak and then the creature was gone entirely.

When it became entirely certain that the adversaries were gone the one in green slid down a tree and into a nearby thicket where it was sure to be safe. Dawn pushed her hood back and tried to catch her breath. She was used to being on the run but the cold air was dry and took it's toll on her lungs. She concentrated on the rise and fall of her chest until the labor of the chore became as nothing. She lay in the thicket and played with her wavy dirty blonde hair.

It had been a close call. The men had caught her unaware and would have quickly apprehended her if she hadn't taken to the trees. She wasn't sure what they wanted but they made a point to show that they weren’t of the friendly sort and a five on one match would be too much even for her.

Despite lying in the dirt, surrounded by leaves Dawn couldn't be more at home. She had spent the last few years traveling, but nothing put her more at ease than the smell and feel of the forest. This was her domain. She wasn't sure why the men had started chasing her. It wasn't abnormal. Aurora wasn't safe anymore.

Once her breathing was perfectly normal Dawn rose up from her hiding place and replaced her hood. Using her cedar walking stick to hold most of her weight she continued westward, back toward her campsite, hidden deep in a cave.

The idea of being around people again frightened the wanderer. It had been years since she had even had to be around another human, let alone tried to talk to one. These days she seemed more feral than human.

Dawn knew that she looked different than most. Not many traveled covered in layers of grime and smelling as if they were born of the forest themselves. Dawn was aware of the stares followed her when she neared civilization. They were wary of her, and she wouldn't have it any other way. People put her on edge, she was more wary of them than they would ever be of her. She was happy with a comfortable distance.

Not that she could ever go into town. If she was recognized she would be dragged to the castle, and she and her family would be executed, if they had not been already. This is where she belonged now, and in all honesty she found it to fell like home.

She made sure she had not been followed and then made her way into her cave, covering her tracks. There she ate a small dinner of a rabbit she had caught the day before and an apple she had found among the trees. She checked her bow. Without proper supplies she went through them pretty often, and her handmade weapons were nothing compared to one made by a real bowman.

With a sigh she fell back on her animal skins and let herself fall into a slumber. She dreamed of her family, happily eating around a dinner table in an age where Bandrial was gone.

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Dawn was blissfully unaware of the happening of the castle. She didn't know that the entire castle was busy making preparations. Her day slowly slipped into night and soon she was nestled deep in her hidden hovel, sleeping the into the night. She had no idea that the world as she knew it was about to change, that the armies would invade every crevice of Aurora starting at daybreak.

Right now she was to preoccupied dreaming of the life she used to have, before she had to flee into secrecy. With a loving family and warm dinners. Before Bandrial ruined her existence. Now look at what she had become, she was wrapped in animal furs to stay warm in a black cave, so covered in dirt that she worried that no one would think she was human if they saw her now. She smelled of dirt and animal and she was a little concerned that just maybe she liked it better that way.

There was a howl through the air that lesser ears would not have been able to hear through the cave walls. She crawled from her hole to survey her surroundings. The sky was lit up, almost on fire, as a star streaked across the blackness. It seemed like every color imaginable were in its coat tails.

Dawn was overcome with a deep sense of pain and bewilderment. She fell to the ground, tightly gripping her shoulder. It was like someone was branding her with a white hot iron. She ripped back her cloak to look at her shoulder it was glowing with neon white light. It swirled and danced around her shoulder in a strange spiral formation. It seemed like ages before the sky was back to it's normal color and the pain subsided within her. Slowly, the feral girl tried to come to her feet. Her body shook through her every limb making it very difficult to stand.

She looked down to her shoulder and there was a mark on her, almost like a burn. She was very confused and couldn't help but wonder after such a long time alone if she hadn't imagined it all.

Something moved in the trees and she came face to face with the legendary white stag.

'You have been chosen 'Dawn of the Wood'” a voice resonated in her head. “Sleep now, for the world will be very different in the morning, there will be much need of your strength.”

Before she had time to ask what that meant, Dawn's world went black.

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Dawn awoke on the forest floor. She felt as though she had accidentally eaten some of the orange berries again, the ones that made your head go sort of funny and made you hallucinate. That would explain everything that happened to her the night before.

She was happy to see that despite sleeping out in the open, no one had bothered her while she slumbered. Her back was sore and it made sitting up a labored process. What had happened the night before? She tried to re-account the events.

She had left her cave because she heard the comet. It had seared something into her flesh, leaving her tired and then....

The stag. It had appeared to her, talked to her.

Dawn had never been a religious human being, and she didn't believe in Auryon, the supposed goddess of the hunt, but she knew the stag was real. She had seen it a few times in the depths of the Mallopine. It made her question her sanity. Was she so tired from the pain that she imagined the stag and the deep, majestic voice in her head?

What had it meant, that she was chosen, that the world would need her? It had never needed her before. She had been perfectly happy laying low in the depths of the woods and no one had ever come looking for her.

”Silly girl,” the voice boomed in her head. She raised her head and saw it again. The white stag. She slowly came to her feet.

”You see a deity right in front of you and still you question the gods? The world needs you, it is time to stop hiding. Get to hire ground and see how the world changed while you slumbered.” Still questioning her own mental state, Dawn obliged, climbing the trees to see what was going on outside her wood.

She could see the town on the very edge of the Mallowpine. Fairhaven, she believed it was called. Often wanders got lost in her neck of the woods from this town. Something was terribly wrong. Even from her distance she could see the buildings on fire and the corpses littering the streets. That town was in trouble, and she was sure that Bandrial was behind it.

”I told you the world would have much need of you, but you can start with Fairhaven.” Dawn wasn't sure what propelled her, especially since she wasn't sure if this Stag of her's was even really there. She hated people, and she had no idea how to communicate with them, let alone try and save them. Never the less, she was running, following her stag in the direction of Fairhaven.

She ran swiftly through the woods, following behind the Stag. They did this for what felt like hours when the Stag suddenly came to a halt. Dawn was confused, but then she heard the voices.

She heard them talk about the Evil Queen, and her slaughter of children. She agreed with the man talking.

'Why children?' She chose to stay hidden for the time, listening to their exchange when she heard the clang of a soldier on horseback. Dawn hissed.
What had her Stag gotten her into? She had not been forced to deal with soldiers in a long time. She was torn. She continued to listen. This man was after the girl, was she like her, a girl that was supposed to go into Bandrial's castle?

When it seemed that the girl would be overcome, Dawn knew what she had to do. She climbed the trees, trying her best to stay secret then, she let an arrow fly. She didn't even really have to aim, she knew her arrow would strike true. She shot him through his unarmored neck, and her barbed arrow did it's work, digging further into his muscles with the vibrations of the arrow. He fell off his horse and into the mud.

She knew that she couldn't remain hidden after that display of unmerciful spite. She jumped from the limb of the tree and in front of the three. She knew what they must think. Her hair was matted and soaked with dirt, but her hood hid most of that. Her face was streaked with mud, her clothes tattered, she smelled like an animal and the animal furs she wore didn't help.

”You are going to need these three, talk to them.” She wanted to tell the Stag that it didn't understand. She couldn't talk to anyone, let alone people as well put together as the three of them.

Instead she broke the arrow off in the man's neck, taking the end to use to mend other arrows and then looked up at them.

“I am going to Fairhaven,” She said slowly. Her voice cracked and she realized that it may have been the first time she had used it in years. “They need our help.”

“Show them the mark.”

She pulled back her hood, revealing the true nature of her head and hair, and showed them her shoulder with her brand. She was pretty sure they thought she was crazy and that the swords man would probably kill her on sight. Finally she repeated somewhat defeated...

“They need our help.”

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Lilith grinned as she heard her name drip from his lips, the sound as soft as spring rain. “Lilith?” A purr nearly escaped her lips as she felt his rough hands roam over her curves and into her hair, pulling her closer. She took a deep breath of him, eyes fluttering for the moment as her senses were bathed in the ecstasy of campfire smoke and manly musk. When he pulled back, she reluctantly let him hold her at arm's length. How long had it been? She smirked to herself, placing a hand onto her hip as he walked around her. "Enjoying the view?"


“Lilyblossom,” He grinned, using her old pet name. There it was, a moment later-- that irresistible smile of his. The smile that had lured more than one milk made into his arms. As he was making his round, she pulled her hair up to strike a pose, grinning. “Gods, Lil. Who did this to you?” She frowned and dropped her hair, feeling behind her neck at her marking. "It just... showed up today. I dreamed that Mother Vera told me to pursue the comet- so that's why I'm traveling.... you have a mark as well, moon beam," she informed him, pointing to his neck. "It must be a sign from Una. You are to aid me on my journey..." She reached for her bag which she had tossed to the ground prior to tackling him and handed it to him. "I knew Una would bring you back to me," she said with a smile, her blue hues tearing up only slightly. "I have missed you, moon beam. Shall we ride, like old times?"

She couldn't help but grin at the fond memory of them as children, thieving from the locals and always getting away by the skin of their teeth. Of course as she had gotten older, the escapes became much easier-- and the stakes became much higher. She had had to leave her old life behind though, and it wasn't long after Mother Vera took her in that she was forced to say goodbye to her childhood friend. The memory of their last day together was imprinted into her. It had been the second saddest day of her life; losing her only friend, the first being the day she lost her family to the terrible fire.

Forcing herself back to reality she pretended to laugh and turned away from him, quickly wiping away the tears that threatened to fall. Just like that, though, she was over it and feeling much better. "Let me help you get packed, and then we can get moving. I want to get as far as I can before night falls. Bandrial's men are everywhere and I don't fancy trying to fight a demon in the dark." With that, she began to help him pack up all of this belongings- the tent, and everything else. When it was all in a neat pile of bags she nodded to him. "Best look away," she cautioned, recalling how pissy he was when she shifted without warning. After waiting a beat for him to cover his eyes, or turn around, she shifted back into the form of the black mare.

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She turned her massive black head to look at him and let out a gentle whinnie. Let's get moving. Lilith walked over to him and laid on the ground, allowing him access to her back to put the bags and for him to climb up and ride. It'd be faster, and look a lot less strange if they came across anyone. She wasn't worried about his bareback riding skills- for they had grown up together, and she was confident that he would remember everything if he had forgotten. After he had gotten settled, Lilith slowly rose up from the ground. The weight was barely anything to her, and she mentally smiled-- it was nice to be so strong, and fast.

With a soft huff, she set off in the direction her heart was telling her to go. She trusted Una to lead her wherever she needed to go. How long they had traveled- she didn't know, but at some point she began to hear voices. “I am going to Fairhaven, they need our help.” Lilith slowed, coming from the West side of the group. It appeared to be a group of four. A man with a sword, a woman -the one speaking- who removed her hood, a raven haired male from Wen Lief -it seemed from his clothing of choice-, and another woman in a cloak though this one much more fair skinned. Lilith huffed a little, starting to turn away from the group; this was the last thing she need- a group of lost wanderers in the forest tagging along and causing drama. She started to turn away, to head around them in an arc and avoid conversation all together, when the marking on her neck began to burn again, causing her body to tense.

Seven hells! Alright, alright she hissed in her mind, walking forward and into the view of the group. She'd leave the talking to Aitan for now- partially because she was a horse, but mostly because she wanted nothing to do with the ragtag group.

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Both figures came closer to him as the sky started thundering and dark clouds shadowed the road. The swordsman upon closer inspection was soiled with blood and held a hand with the mark high. Damien was a bit taken back by this gesture, wondering what the swordsman intended, but more importantly, questioning his openness in sharing the mark. He looked down at his notes and noted to himself to later add that he had indeed found the swordsman as foretold. "You're asking the wrong place for assistance. You have no idea what is going on in this town do you.." the golden blonde man said confused and a bit harsh sounding to Damien.

”As a matter of fact—“ Damien thought, ”I don’t even know what this town is…”
The cloaked woman figure whom the blonde swordsman looked at seemed a bit familiar to Damien, but he couldn’t put his mind to it. After looking back towards him, the man continued, "She does..I can see it..They are killing babies in this town..Bandrials soldiers are killing every single baby they find..and anyone who tries to stop them..we need to hide"
Damien gasped in horror. He has heard of tales concerning Bandrial’s evil deeds but he couldn’t believe she would be so low as killing innocent babies who had done no wrong towards her. He started to shiver a bit, not used to the lower temperature that came with the raindrops that started falling. Water felt a bit warmer back at his home in Sageburrow desert, unless it was the heat he was focusing more of. The water that fell along with the colder climate made Damien hold himself a bit to get warmer. He agreed with the swordsman’s decision to hide as this place didn’t seem safe at all and it would be better to get to know the two of them somewhere else that no one can hear them from.

Just as he was about to speak in agreement, a soldier had come across their path and threatened the girl. She stepped in front of Damien and the swordsman, casting some sort of magic that shielded the three of them.
Damien looked in awe at the shield and finally realized why the girl seemed familiar to him. ”She’s a healer. I’ve seen them enter the desert at times to help the wounded and the sick. They’ve kept our location hidden from Bandrial and we have formed an alliance with them. Could she be…the healer foretold in the prophecy?”Damien was thinking so much he wasn’t paying attention to the screams of the healer telling them to run away or more threats from the soldier. Only when they started screaming “AAAAAAaaaahhhh!!” and an arrow shot the soldier out of nowhere did Damien come back to reality.

The woman who had shot it came out from her hiding spot, and Damien couldn’t help but widen his eyes in utter shock at her appearance. She was muddy in the face, wore animal furs, and even smelled like some sort of animal as well. Damien wondered what happened to the poor girl or whether this was a customary special type of appearance for special occasions like a kill. He was getting more nervous as more new things came coming to him and revealing themselves, but at the same time he couldn’t help but have so many questions for them wanting to discover what has been going on in this part of Aurora. She seemed to be gathering the arrow that she had shot and mentioned something about going to a place called “Fairhaven” saying that they needed their help. When she uncovered her hood, she revealed the tangled mess her hair was and the mark upon her shoulder, the same as Damien’s and the swordsman’s. Damien could see a black mare and another young man riding towards them and wondered just how much attention they seemed to attract?

Deciding to finally speak Damien said, “Uh…I don’t know happenings around here being a civilian of Wen Lief and I especially don’t know what that Fairhaven is… However, seeing as there have been recent um casualties, people of the mark, and the impending danger of being attacked again as earlier, shouldn’t we get to somewhere safe? Oh um…are you all of the mark…as I am..?”Damien then slowly removed his black gloves and unwrapped the violet cloth around his right arm and showed them the mark. He wondered if the others had the same mark and introduced himself, “I’m Damien Vespera of the Wen Lief Mages. Who are you all? Oh…we should probably move as we talk…right?”Damien asked the others. He was still unsure of himself being an outcast amongst the others.

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Energy on the brink of being totally drained, Elle was almost tearing apart, physically and mentally. The force-field she kept up for so long was rapidly waning, she not knowing how long she was going to last. It seemed that both young men were going to stand their ground and stand by Elle. Were they showing a little bit of kindness towards her? Elle couldn't correctly answer knowing she hadn't been shown that type of emotion for so long, thinking of it as wishful thinking. But right now was not the time to think of such foolish thoughts! All three were in danger and Elle had to protect them. "I will not run!", the golden blonde man shouted, continuing to stand his ground.

Out of nowhere, an arrow zoomed past everyone's path, instantly shooting the wild aggressive and vile solider on horse, knocking him off the horse and killing him. He fell off immediately, laying on the ground with bloody gurgling last breath, "One more dead in the whore's army..", the young man vehemently stated. Elle readily didn't react to such a disturbance, too focused with keeping her guard up and protecting the others. Who shot the arrow that went straight piercing the soldier's neck? At first, no one knew but sure enough the person who did stepped out of the earthen shadows, displaying themselves for all to see, the person jumping down from some large tree right into their path.

Right away, the person looked muddy and grimy, smelling of forest and animal; a smell that Elle would never forget. If Elle had her senses and bearing she would've automatically felt sorry for them, wanting to soothe and ease their plight and suffering. The person not announcing themselves readily just walked stealthily to the now fallen deceased solider, breaking the arrow from the man's neck, collecting the arrow as if being frugal and saving it for another foe to shoot dead next time. Then the person looked back to them, "I am going to Fairhaven...", a female voice cracked finally. This person appeared to be silent most of the time, not using their voice often, "They need our help...".

Fairhaven needed their help too? It couldn't be surprising knowing that everything was falling apart around them, absolute chaos and madness filtering the air. The person finally pulled back their hood, revealing a muddied and pale female who looked very wary of being around them or anyone else for that matter. Her dirty blond hair was matted with dirt and grime just like the rest of her tattered and worn to death furred apparel. But Elle wasn't really bothered with that, immediately spotting the comet-mark on the young woman's shoulder.... The foretold archer who also was a hero, she being the one! "Fairhaven...this is happening in fairhaven as well..", the golden blonde man sighed with much wearied stress as he cleaned his bloody sword by using the crock of his underarm, "I am going as well then..". Maybe it was best they all went there....

By now, Elle was stumbling to the ground, her knees desperately holding up her exhausted body. Her power took a toll on her causing her not to respond much to her surroundings or to others. She truly needed rest! "They need our help.", the young woman repeated, defeat lacing her every word. Elle wanted to comfort her but she couldn't, exhaustion feigned body not allowing her to do so. "The old man spoke of a prophecy..said others would be branded..including me, but I never believed him..", the man added, sheathing his sword....

Immediately hooves from a horse could be sound from the near distance. Elle rose her head in slight initial panic, caring not to see another Bandrial solider. Instead, a young man, who looked roguish, rode a raven black mare closer to the group from the west side of them. The horse huffed with displeasure seeming to not like being around other humans but the one on it's back. How odd and peculiar, Elle sensing something curiously off about the horse, almost liking to mannerisms and behaviors of a human. The horse was about to turn it's head, steering clear of the others, but as quick as it did that, it quickly turned it's head back to them, standing majestically in it's spot, it looking somewhat tensed. In that short amount of time the mare did that, Elle noticed a mark on it's back that looked eerily familiar to the rest of the others who were branded the same by the comet.

Why did this mare have a mark just like them? Elle began to think that she was just hallucinating, having seen quite a few markings already. "Uh…I don’t know happenings around here being a civilian of Wen Lief and I especially don’t know what that Fairhaven is… However, seeing as there have been recent um casualties, people of the mark, and the impending danger of being attacked again as earlier, shouldn’t we get to somewhere safe? Oh um…are you all of the mark…as I am..?", the raven haired man finally spoke up again with much questioning, trying to find out if everyone was marked by the comet as well. Elle slowly turned her head into his direction, "Wen Lief... Allies of Clerics...", out of breath and highly exhausted was all she could muster in reply to him.

Removing his black gloves and unwrapping his violet cloth around his right arm, his comet-mark was revealed for all to see.... This had to be the dark mage who was chosen as a hero by the comet! "I’m Damien Vespera of the Wen Lief Mages. Who are you all? Oh…we should probably move as we talk…right?", he introduced himself and asked everyone and then finally suggested, seeming to look out for everyone's safety while being a little unsure of himself. The golden blonde man walked by Elle's kneeling side taking her by a firm gentle grip, helping her somewhat to her feet, "Can you walk?", he asked earnestly. Elle couldn't shake her head yes or answer him, just firmly griping his muscular arm, shakily trying to keep from falling over again.

"You have a lot to catch up on outsider..", he said to Damien, looking to him and then to the woodswoman, nodding to her in a gesture to lead the way, "Talk and run..if we are to get there in time.". How ironic of him to say, knowing that was what Elle did for the last hour or two but she agreed with them, their surroundings not safe to loiter about carelessly. Elle couldn't hold herself anymore, using the golden blonde man's arm for support. So much happened in such a short amount of time for Elle and she wasn't sure if she could deal with another "surprise" if it should come their way....



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Dawn looked at the horse and it's rider as they approached the group. They were silent, but to close for her liking. She rose her bow to defend herself.

”No, they are marked like you. You will need them all.” She slowly lowered her bow and followed the other three that were on their way to Fairhaven. She rolled her eyes as they talked. They were too slow for her liking, she could sprint across the treetops and be there in a third of the time.

Finally frustrated, she climbed up a tree with expert speed and soon was above the others. She was like a primate, grabbing branches with terrifying accuracy and flinging herself to the next tree. Soon she was a good distance from the others.

Dawn paused as she neared the edge of the forest. It had been at least four years since she had even been this close to the border of the Mallowpine. Leaving the safety of the trees was terrifying to her, what if Bandrial's men in town recognized her, what if they killed her family? She still had no clue if they were even still alive.

The others were getting closer now. She took a long breath and tightened her grip on her bow. She had to do this. She was chosen, she had a greater purpose than hiding in the Mallowpine for the rest of her life.

”From here you are on your own little one, you are chosen, you are powerful, you will do great things.”

Another deep breath, and then slowly she stepped from the treeline. The sun was almost blinding as she left the safety of the canopies.

“I have never left the forest before.” She said slowly, she was still getting used to having to communicate. She had indeed been out of the forest before, when she was young, when she had a family, she didn't trust them enough for all of that. She took a moment to regain her composure and took the small job into the town.

The buildings were ablaze, adult corpses lined the streets clutching their little ones. It was a massacre. She felt a rage build up inside her. Bandrial's forces, they had ripped apart enough families for a life time.

“Hey!” She screamed at a nearby soldier, her voice cracking. He turned to look at her, helmet off. He was a smug bastard. She almost smiled as she let her arrow fly straight into his throat. He fell dead. She felt no remorse, no pitty. She went further into the town, inflicting her own personal justice.

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”…you have a mark as well, moon beam…”

His hand instinctively rose, rubbing the place where Lilith’s eyes had settled. While he couldn’t see his reflection, Aidan could imagine the mark as if it were mirrored to the naked woman standing before him. His brow furrowed, trying to remember the previous nights events. An ache reminded him that drink had created a haze, and even if he’d drunkenly gotten an engraving in his skin there was no hope in remembering it. Still, he could picture himself with the tribal rune and a slow smile widened.

“Badass.”

The excitement of his new rebel look, that match the smell of day old ale and dirt mixed with sweat, was short lived. His distasted for the Goddess that Lilith spoke of was hardly disguised. Flashes of the dream replayed in his mind, his eyes rolling and head dropping back as he sighed heavily. It was foolish to think that the fine, bare body being delivered to him was due to an abandonment of the beliefs that had swept her away from him. Of course the Gods had their hands in his awesome new tattoo and the reappearance of his favourite woman.

“Fucking Gods, can’t stop messing with my shit.” He mumbled, barely audible as he slung her bag over his shoulder and shielded his eyes from the awful transformation. Even the fond memories of their rides couldn’t brighten his now soured mood. Still, he had done more depraved things for lesser women. When Lilith said ride her… well, who was he to let her down?

His items were few and far; an empty bottle and a bag of coin was all he’d remembered to grab. What little clothes he had to his name were laying dormant in the Inn room he had rented for the week. It was without a second look that he swung his leg over the black mare and wrapped the long glossy mane around his fingers.

“Giddey up, woman.” He purred into her ear.

His body rose from the flattened position that let them ride with more speed as show slowed. In their not-to-distant sights was a group of four, gathered at the side of the road. Aitan could hear Lilith’s struggle. Like her, he wanted nothing to do with them. These were dangerous roads and there was no telling who or what they were. His marking did not burn, whether from still being a tad drunk or years of practice blocking out Odin’s voice he didn’t know, but he was grateful. Still, Lilith advanced.

“Hey.” He said, “Who says I want to do the talking? What if your ‘Una’ is just playing a dirty trick on you. Let’s ride, babe… see where the wind takes us… I bet we could find a few things to occupy our time.”

He was trying to reason to a horse, or so it would seem to the four as he approached. Green eyes stared warily as a hooded woman dropped her notched arrow and somewhere someone thought that they were all the same. Chosen. The word flitted through his mind like a whisper and he couldn’t help but laugh. Desperate times made people think desperate things.

“Babies dying, it’s all sad and tragic but it’s none of your business. Save yourself, that’s what I always say.” He murmured out loud, interjecting himself into the strangers conversation. Aidan had never been good at keeping to himself.

He was ready to tug on Lilith’s mane, but felt her lurch beneath him. Apparently the woman had ideas of her own, and faster than Aidan could blink they were heading towards the smoke that rose where a city once stood.

Again he sighed, exasperated as he watched the pretty blonde nearly fall from lack of strength. Yeah. That was a sure sign that they’d fair well against the Wicked Witch and her Evil Army.

“Come, let me help you. That brute is going to leave bruises on you.” He said, voice a bit softer as he reached down to help the blonde. He slid off the mare with ease. Aitan was sure that Lilith would be thrilled at his volunteer work, helping in her cause as he clung to the stranger’s small frame. His large, calloused hand slid down the black pelt in an offer of apology.

They had paused just out of the treeline n time to watch the cloaked woman fell a man with a sure shot. Impressive; the words spoken outloud resounded through his mind, mirrored in thoughts by the others as well as himself. The ‘brute’ named himself, Kale, as he charged into battle.

“Well, that was a tad dramatic.” He chuckled, while his nose cringed at the stench of ash and burning flesh. Fairhaven was no more.

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Once the gates were breached, it was no longer a case of defending the town. The number one priority now was trying to survive amidst the chaos and carnage that was being carried out by Bandrial's accursed army. Having been separated from the guardsmen, Lily had kept to the shadows, using hit-and-run tactics to take out individual soldiers while avoiding larger groups. The streets were filled with bodies, mostly those of the townsfolk and the guardsmen. Lily had seen corpses both fresh and ancient, but that was back in Oakhall. She'd never seen such desecration committed before. There was no mistaking that Bandrial needed to die. The countless lives ended by her hand had to be avenged.

Taking a quick look out into the street from the building she had been hiding in, Lily could see another soldier, all on his lonesome. Sword drawn, she was about to go for an ambush, but suddenly a shout was heard. Female, by the sound of it. As the soldier turned, an arrow came out of nowhere, hitting the man right in the throat. The archer who fired said arrow quickly came into Lily's view as they went further down the street, seemingly intent on racking up a good body count. Looks like they could be quite a useful ally.

Just then, a glint of metal caught the necromancer's eye. The archer hadn't noticed another soldier who was watching from a nearby alley, and had decided to sneak up behind and go in for the kill. Of course, shouting a warning would've attracted attention, so there was only one option available. Once the soldier passed by the door she was at, Lily managed to ambush him. Although there was a brief struggle, she managed to kill the soldier before he could try doing the same to her.

If anyone had heard the noise, it was certainly the archer. A very scruffy-looking one at that, now that Lily had a chance to get a good look at the person she just saved. And, having ditched the hooded cloak during the fighting, the archer was in turn able to scrutinise their saviour. There was no mistaking that Lily was a necromancer, what with the clothes of black and dark green, and a couple of amulets made of bone. Right now, all that was needed in terms of communication was a simple nod of acknowledgement. Besides, the archer woman didn't look like a particularly chatty person anyway.

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Damien caught the words of the girl muttering something about Wen Lief being Allies of Clerics thinking in his head, “That’s right. I guessed correctly that you were a member of the clergy then.”

He observed the swordsman help the clergy woman to her feet and informed him that he had a lot to catch up on. Damien nodded as he heard the swordsman introduce his name to the clergy woman and lifted her up. Kale looked towards Damien and told him, "Let’s go outsider…the woodswoman already went on ahead..so keep up." “Yes, sir!” Damien nodded again and ran as fast as he could following Kale. He was a bit worried looking at the woman that was taking a ride on him but he decided to focus on keeping up and using the energy to fight. Damien felt he could trust the swordsman for information and figured he’d ask some questions when everything was calmer.

Damien admits he’s not as fast as the swordsman and definitely not as fast as the woodswoman. He huffed and puffed trying to keep an eye on Kale and feeling embarrassed at his low stamina. He did his best to catch up when he heard the outcry of a solider and Kale remarking about the woodswoman to confirm his thoughts.

After Kale charged in to help Fairhaven, he heard someone say “Well, that was a tad dramatic,” and turned around. The rider of the black mare had followed it seems, and Damien wondered about the skills of this individual.

“I apologize to you both,” Damien said to both the clergy woman and the mare rider. “I have no skills of weaponry like Kale the swordsman or the archer. However, I will do my best with my elemental prowess.”

Damien began to run a bit ahead to try and assess the area and the situation. He heard more screams as more soldiers were attacked and killed. What had caught his eye was something the other warriors had not noticed. A group of soldiers were hidden above one of the buildings with a burning flame hidden behind them. They were archers as well who lit their arrows using the flame and were burning the remaining houses adding fuel to the fire. Damien covered his hands again with the cloth and the glove and then focused on the flame that was behind them. A red spell circle glowed beneath him with ancient symbols meaning “fire”, “flame,” “burn,” and “control.” His eyes glowed red and seemed to contain a similar spell circle within them that he can’t see himself but others can. He held up his hands towards the flames trying to mold them away from the golden pot that carried it and lift it into the air. He breathed heavily as the flames danced around in a ball and the soldiers looked back and gasped at the sight. “You want to play with fire?” Damien asked. The red spell circle increased and glowed even more as Damien clenched his fists. He then unclenched them quickly letting the flames drop down quickly onto the soldiers surrounding it and burned them, increasing the heat as he heard each soldier cry out in pain. “Why don’t you burn yourselves. Burn in hell.” After he saw the soldiers blacken and fall, the building started cracking and falling to the ground in flames. Damien was shocked at first but made sure to continue focusing on the burning building, letting the flames die by spreading his hands out and making his eyes turn his normal color.

After the flames died out Damien took a step back, realizing he had just killed other people. He had only killed in Sageburrow animals that had threatened him or other children, but since no one came through Sageburrow much he never killed people. He looked at his hands wondering how many more he would have to kill and why he had to kill. He then saw more soldiers come out and try to burn other buildings as well and then Damien realized he had no choice. There was a bucket of water that was near the collapsed house and puddles from the downpour from before. He figured he easily had fire available, and he could reuse the water from the bucket to douse the flames. Damien also took note of the mud that was around and decided to use that as well if he needed to. He then turned to the other soldiers and put his hands towards the water from the bucket deciding to fight with water this time. It was going to be a long day of fighting he figured.

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Lilith hung back silently as the group rushed blindly into the burning city, each on some heroic mission to save the half burnt town. The shifter watched them boredly, standing idly back as everyone else charged in, revealing their skills and abilities openly and carelessly. The swordman, charging around comically with his large blade. The archer, dainty and childlike with her size and appearance. Arrow after arrow consistently met it's mark. The mage, who stood waving his hands around, looking like he was having a secure for a brief moment before water directed itself towards his foes. It was all very boring. What did Lilith care if children of parents she did not know were being slaughtered? Less mouths to feed. More room on the planet for Una's children. These souls were all going to burn anyway, for not following the true beliefs. These 'heroes' were just slowing the inevitable.

With a shake of her mane, the mare turned to walk around the city. This was not her battle. The queen could do whatever she wanted to these people- they were not her people. They did not follow or respect Una. They were nothing to her. Just sacks of blood that consumed the forest to build their homes and spread their ignorance. She had turned back towards the woods when her mark began to burn once more, scolding her for trying to abandon the party she had been placed into. With a dark mental growl, she walked past Aitan, muttering mentally to him. End this quickly. I want to move on. Her voice clearly indicated how annoyed and bored she was with the whole situation.

Without saying anything else, she walked into one of the allies, ignoring the flaming arrows that shot past her flanks, nearly missing her. The soldiers of the queen seemed to pay her little mind. After all- what person in their right mind would give two damns about a horse walking by when there was a necromancer, mage, swordman, and archer attacking them? None, Lilith bet, and she was correct. She slipped by them with ease, going unnoticed. Once behind the ally where none could see her, she shifted into a beautiful hawk. She sore upwards into the sky, preferring a birds-eye-view on the situation at hand. Just how many did they have? From here, she could mentally send down locations of units and soldiers to Aitan on the ground, where he could relay to everyone else, should he feel the need to share the warning.

She let out a screech into the air, flying too high for the arrows to reach, as they were aimed at those on the ground, and not at her, in the air. After all; she was just a bird... You're out numbered, she sent down mentally to Aitan, knowing that he could hear her. Their mental rage was quite impressive from years of spending time together and building the skill. More soldiers coming on on the mage's right. Men on horses coming from the west. They seem to be weak in their left flank. The street to your east is filled with more soldiers. The street to the west is empty. Flank them that way. Their enforcements are already moving to the next town. They have no idea what's happen--- I see their scout. Pardon me, won't you dear? Need to intercept that message. With that, Lilith cut their mental bond and took off with another screech, speeding through the air after the skinny, lone soldier they had sent running through the back allies to get their enforcements.

In seconds she was on him. With another screech, she descended upon him, her claws digging into his eye sockets. The boy, as he was a boy and not yet a man, screamed and thrashed around-- but there was no one to hear him. He was too far from his officers, and their enforcements. There was no one but him, and the deranged bird that was assaulting his features. Lilith landed, and in one sick, bone crunching movement she shifted into her human form, watching the lad stagger around blindly, sobbing blood tears. Lilith clicked her tongue at him, slowly walking over. "Now, now,"[color] she purred, [color=darkred]"Hush now. This will only hurt a moment. Blessed be the children of the moon." She whispered the last sentence as her hands grabbed the staggering boy, no older than 13, by the head, swiftly twisting his neck and effectively snapping his spinal cord. He was dead within seconds.

The sound of his bones snapping were familiar to Lilith, and as the blood of his eyes gushed over onto her hands she released his corpse. Remorseful? Of course not. He was not the first life she had taken. She raised her bloodied hands to the sky,"Blessed are the children of the moon. Hail, Una, the one true Goddess." She smiled and looked back to the boy once more, making a 'tsk' sound with her tongue. With a sigh, she picked up his body and dragged him into a nearby door way, hiding the body. With a small shrug, she shifted back into her hawk form and took to the skies again, searching for Aitan. No re-enforcements. I handled it. Where are you?