Role

Chapter 1

Lasuira was an orphan girl. Her mother, a human, died when she was
very young, her father some dark elf she never met. Her upbringing
was not easy. The people of South Darien looked at her with suscipion
and disgust due to her dark elf blood. While the people did not care
for her, they weren't going to just let her starve to death or have no
place to sleep.

She was given all sorts of manual labor to help out with, from cleaning
stables to washing pans as a way to make enough coin to feed herself,
and even then it was barely enough. Her home was the stables, and
her bed a straw mat, worn and old.

Her daily life was mostly just doing chores to survive while enduring
the ridicule and cruel antics of the other children. The children often
called her dumb and stupid, made fun of her having no parents, and
enjoying teasing her about sleeping with the horses and pigs. Her life
was rough, but every day she woke smiling, happy to be alive. She
told herself she had food and a place to lay her head, and work.
Unknown to her, her life was about to change.

Thera has always been a dangerous place. Imperial Black Mages
stealing people in the night for whatever dark experiments they
worked, Outlander bandits setting fires as they ransacked merchants
all in the name of freedom, and orcs and goblins who simply enjoyed
the delight of raiding and pillaging.

South Darien was mostly a peaceful settlement, not close to
strongholds of evil creatures and men, but that did not make it safe.
One night, in its darkest moment, a band of goblins led by a single orc
attacked the homestead. The guards at the gate were no match for
the vile creatures who were at their strongest in the blanket of
darkness. Fires spread through the town, cries of panic filled the night
air, men and women were killed just for sport.

Lasuira heard the commotion, waking her sleepy form from her straw
mat, she looked outside of the stables to see the chaos. Spotting
goblins heading to the stables, she slipped out in the cover of
darkness, her own keen eyes and quiet steps helping guide her
through the town unnoticed. As she began skirting past the enflamed
homes and buildings a gentle voice called out to her.

"Here. In here, Lasuira."

The young girl entered the burning smithy without so much a
thought, beckoned by the voice.

"Here. Over here, Lasuira."

The voice directed her. Laying upon the ground was a simple steel
sword, nothing special about it, just basic and mudane, but forged
well enough for combat.

"Take. Take it, Lasuira. Fight. I am with you."

Continued in Part 2