Hunter, follower of a fate sealed…
|Age||From a time long past…|
|Residence||Master of all I survey...|
Returning to this place after decades rolled by… the overwhelming feeling had been harnessed kept deep inside was now tearing. Maamawen could no longer restrain the driving urge to return to the lands of her forefathers. Always in mind the images of valleys below layers of crystal like snow. A simple time, a happy time, a time long since gone… Woodlands now raised to ashes, flocks now scattered, kinfolk lay slain, bones all that remain along with her pain…
Maamawen once the young girl with the West in her eyes stands alone for the first time. The same valleys below….no longer the young girl, now the elf warrior, the hunter, the bow master, looks for blood as is the way of her race. Many evils must be slain to quench this thirst. In her mind’s eye Misty Mountains will run red with the blood of the enemy…
A tear falls down her cheek as the first snowdrop of spring bursts into life. Memories of a loving Mother, a proud Father … spirits remain with her knowing she will meet them in the afterlife but for now, in this time, this once sacred land, only blood will ease this pain… As the winter snow melts, icy skies begin to fade, new life lay hand in hand with the death soon to follow …
only one remains Linfogel
all who do evil...
To put right all wrongs done...
blood for blood...
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