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Pictured: Age 17 [Present: Age 26])
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Edwina Arcastle"We earn our keep." -
Arcastle credo.
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Origin Mythguard
Race Mixed: Dagonian/RashaakiAge26
EyesBlue
SkinDusky
BuildSpry
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PrologueAnd the story goes,Once, there was a great keep built upon a great cliff overlooking the great sea.
A great man erected it, and with great deliberation did he oversee the settlement of his subjects,
as was given him by mean of his king, and his personal friend, at the end of their days of war and conquest.
Edwina was born eldest of her siblings, and raised a lady by her mother, a Rashaaki woman her father met during the Westlian Wars;
a saga spanning over a hundred years, which would see the formation of what would become Dagonia, ruled under King Castian Cattingale the First of his name.
The Rashaaki were a great threat to the southern provinces and somewhat of a racial hatred bred between them and their neighboring countries.
Thin, wiry, and dark, the Rashaaki ruled their arid home and were notorious for their archers and scouting parties. Again, building upon the hatred
which would develop over the years.
~Lets begin~...On the Mad Coast, some time ago...The sun was rather brilliant, as it was wont to be overlooking the Dagger'isle over the bay. While she could not
see any, she was certain they were just over the horizon, as her charters illustrated. Sometimes she would see the ships. as they were sailing to or fro. Assuring her, surely, of her place in the world. Everything was all right. Directly to plan. Her father insisted the
Redeemer oversaw their lives, and blessed them abundantly, and she didn't disagree. It was simply all she ever knew. She loves her mother, and father, even if things often got trying. She loved them all the same. She has seen enough of the common mass. Enough to know to be gratefull where and when it was due. The waters she sipped so abundantly, were a matter of life and death in other lands. Her mother assured her of this, simply in being.
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The days were dark.
The times were tough.
She had felt the strain and wear and tear of the masses.
Her father was lord, her mother; lady.
They ruled from the seat of Stoneseer.
The keep of her father's hand. He built it, where no other would.
His wife was foreign stock. A wonder and blasphemy all in one. Praise God.
Edwina was tender those days. Her hand and eye were sharp given her archery.
And her wit and ear keen by mean of her mother. Who seemed to navigate her matronly affairs with a power and grace sufit for a great cat.
She was an amazing woman, all in spite of her point of origin, the deep and foreboding Rashaak.
She was tall and dark and strong. Her people were otherwise looked upon as savage and heathen by the holy doctrine.
The holy doctrine.
The temple narrative.
The temple.
The temple
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Would it be they were right.
Would it be they were just.
Would it be their actions fulfilled the prophecies.
All to plan.
One way,
Or another
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She was 17.
17 when
they came.
17, and not 1 year more.
