Role

Chapter 1

Mother
Added Fri Nov 24 23:36:00 2023 at level 5:

Some things are difficult to discuss, to see, to hear, to read. You might
know you must say it, write it, share it, yell it with anger or love or
anything in between. But it can be hard. So hard. Hearing details of horror
are perhaps not as difficult as conveying them, but it's no competition, both
sides suffer. Nonethtless. Understanding must happen. Knowledge is needed.
And so you will hear of the rape of Valxsphre, first female Mistress of War.

She was formidable, Valxsphre, as you might expect. In a society where women
rule, the one place men had always ruled was the school of war. Century after
century, millennia after millennia, it was always a man. The women noted it
with typical dark elf humor, demeaning even when complimenting. The exception
that proved the rule. The sneer that such messiness is beneath a woman, who
should of course focus on magic, or, they would suppose, unholy divine powers.
But cutting and bludgeoning and piercing and the like? Pshaw. Not for a true
dark elf female.

Until Valxsphre. She was grace personified. Fluid doesn't begin to describe
her perfect, flawless movements. It seemed more like a chore than a fight
to the death, as all fights are to determine mastery. She killed the man who
moments before had been the finest of all dark elves without taking a scratch.
All while being as quick of mind of any woman, as well. They could find no flaw
in her, though not for lack of trying. But she simply did not want to pursue
magic or the life of a cleric. She engaged her intellect as much as her sinews
when she trained and planned and fought. She defied any to defeat her in any
mental challenge. All failed. They stopped trying after long. She was just...
Valxsphre. Alone. At the top, yes, but alone. No one wanted to be her friend,
as much as any dark elf wants to be friends as others might perceive friendship.
So a life of crowds when teaching and servinig as the Matron Mother's closest
advisor for war, but solitude when done, without any in her home or her life.
It was thus she was when fate found her.