Videlea the Lady of Retribution

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Chapter 3

"Noooooooooo!!!!!!" Slice! And with that, Videlea's life is changed forever.

Past....
Many might call Videlea's youth and childhood typical, little different from other elven
children. The farmlands surrounding Darsylon, not too far from the swamp or the vale,
support many families, hers among them. Chores early in the morning, off to Darsylon to learn
from the many teachers and scholars who congregate in the city of the King, then back home for more
work and then, on some lucky days, time to run around and play with other children. As she grew
older she would have less and less time to play, more and more time learning, stealing away
sometimes from the farm, perhaps ignoring some chores, incurring the minor chastisements of her
loving parents. She loved learning. She fell in love with a vision of herself she concocted early
on, a beautiful wise woman respected and loved by all, valued for her intellect and wisdom.
She did indeed excel in her studies, almost always being among the best and brightest students,
and undoubtedly she would have made a fine scholar or advisor to nobles or kings. But that was
not to be her fate. No, Videlea was forced to learn the need and value of strength, a bodily
strength to be sure, but even moreso an internal strength, a fortitude, a determination, to
be the bar of mithril in her spine, carrying her through all that may come. A painful lesson.

"Nooooooo!!!!" Her scream faded out to faint burbling cries and sobs, somewhat slurred as her
mouth was now sliced on the right side, cheeck a ragged pair of flaps down to the chin.
Cruel laughter loud in her ears, blurry images of despicable creatures in her eyes. The scent of
stale vomit and ale fills her nostrils. And the pain. Filling her mind and her world. Nothing in her
life had even come close to preparing her for this, and she soon welcomed the dark embrace of
unconsciousness.

It took almost a year for her body to recover from the trauma, the unspeakable violations, but
because she was not found for a full day after it happened, the healer could only tend the long
cut of her face, leaving her with a permanent scar. And thus while the body may mend, the spirit,
the soul, is constantly reminded. The soul, the spirit, does not so much recover as transform.
Gone is the cheerful child, the lightly thoughtful young woman, the budding anticipation of a
life of simple joy, family, love. Instead a harder, sadly knowing strength has filled her, imbuing
her with a determination and a fortitude, a will now not merely to learn, but to *do*.
Also gone are mirrors. Fripperies. Adornments. Only tools remain now, only what serves her as
she serves her will. No longer a slim stalk of some pretty flower, but rather a bar of unyielding mithril.
That is how Videlea comes to Thera, comes to the paladin guild. Comes to act.

Role

Chapter 2

Much has happened, let us break it down into parts.
Religiously she has met with and earned some of her Goddess' trust, enough to have been granted
one of the holy virtues, one well reflecting the primacy of knowledge and how it can hone, temper,
the strength she possesses. As part of her growth and inspiration from the Goddess, she has
undertaken a great study, chosing to learn of those that call themselves neutral, or balanced, or
gray, or any number of terms. She has interviewed many such of thera's adventurers and intends
to interview more, culminating in a work she will write and distribute to her fellows.
It has already given her a good opportunity to think more on her own beliefs and ideas.
Many of those will be included in what she writes about the results of talking with the
neutral folks, including the nature of good and evil themselves, the differences, and what is important.

Her religious development runs parallel, or perhaps is informed by, her day to day actions
and participation in the war against the dark, in which many of her guild of course partake, but
some few of many guilds who also fight and join the Fortress of the Light, which she has done.
It was a difficult entry, and took great convincing of many of the elders, including a long
battle of wits with the Captain. But she earned her place and the Captain has found her worthy in
his eyes, proving it was the right decision to himself at least. It is a different challenge that
that which is often faced by those who follow the Goddess Yean. As one of Yean's inspired folk,
Videlea is very much concerned with being as self sufficient as possible, thinking of solutions
herself, acting on her own, doing what needs to be done without having to amass the aid of many.
But now as part of the fortress she is forced to learn to be part of a larger group. While she'
still roams and hunts alone, she also finds herself traveling with her new compatriots, needing
to blend her abilities with theirs as they face larger and more powerful foes. Even more
difficult is the managing of personalities and expectations, which at least once has led to
her death. She was with two acolytes, one of which was a healer, working together to
hunt scions, but when she was fighting a non-sentient creature, neither aided her and she fell.
Of course she said nothing but inside she was very upset, wondering how they could do nothing
and just watch her fall. It is not the falling that upset her, but rather that being on her own
most of the time, she was already wary of trusting others, and now the one time she did so...
They failed her, miserably. It is a lesson to her that even as part of the group she cannot truly
entrust her life to them, even though they may say otherwise. She will, as always, lay her life
down for them whenever need be, but she will not presume that they will do the same for her, or

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Chapter 1

that they will keep her safe, and that she must do so herself. A lesson learned the hard way.

Finally, a few thoughts that have emerged in her over time. She does not take from corpses
that she has not made herself, unless it is the corpse of a friend of course to take and save
them from others who would loot. She hunts as much as she can the dark in her range, but after killing
someone, she will wait a fair amount of time before hunting that one again. She also offers
the choice of voluntary redemption, after having slain someone, hoping they will use the knowledge of
that death to gain the personal strength to take the difficult road to the light from the dark.
She is plainspoken and honest, straightforward, without pretense or deception. Sometimes that
may seem harsh, but instead it is direct, and if someone takes offense she apologizes.
She believes she is without beauty herself, having had it shorn from her after her incident described
in the first role chapter, and believes her life of hardship and the sacrifices she makes is
to allow others to keep and have beauty themselves. It is not that she does not know, or understand
or see beauty, she simply has accepted that she has none herself (at least on the outside) and
that she will never have it. There was a time it saddened her, but now it has hardened her,
making her fit for battle, self reliant and not a meek damsel relying on a pretty face for
protection by luring some hapless man. She is strong, she is capable and her great curiosity
has given her knowledge (and will give her more every day) to do what she feels right.
Others will have the joys and happiness and beauty that life can offer them, and in some
small way she believes her life's work contributes to that, and gives her satisfaction. No
one else should be subjected to what she was, and she will do what she can to ensure that.

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