"We've had border skirmishes with them before. But never like this. The jungle edge burnt to the point not even ashes remain." said the woman.
"I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Cait Razorwind, and as you can probably tell, I'm an Angil." Cait drew her hood back at these words. Large emerald, slitted eyes staring at the ground from beneath her ginger hair.
"They came in force during the night. I was still up putting my family to bed but-" Cait stopped, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
"I could hear the screams from our guard. My people are few, our guard even fewer, and I couldn't lose the home I've spent these last few years building.
I went out. My arrows flew, metals clashed. They wanted to bring us a nightmare. I have seen battle before, but this was different. Proud warriors pinned to trees by their own blades, archers riddled with more arrows than they held in their quivers, not a thing to be found of our casters. Such are the horrors they visited upon us.
When the last guardsman fell and I was alone, something inside me snapped. I don't know what it was, all I know was that after it was gone, I wrought upon them every horror they had brought against us a thousand times over.
By morning, the chief found me in the middle of the village, my bow broken, bow string and paws dripping with blood. Every weapon I had taken with me, gone. I wanted to cry, but no tears would come. I wanted to shout, but my throat couldn't even whisper. I just stood there, covered in blood.
I told the chief to look after everything I had. I left the village that day. Haven't been back for weeks. Everwhere I went, I saw what they'd done. Everytime some of them were still in the midst of their destruction, I lost it. Pretty sure I've got almost a hundred bodies behind me now. I've been told it gets easier over time, but so far it hasn't.
I got a letter yesterday, told me to come here so I could help do something about this mess. Here I am."
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