Rumors filter back to the brave legionnaires station at the Virindale border of an estranged elf deep in the forest. Dark skinned, wearing little to nothing, skin sheened in sweet and blood, her war cries of pain can be heard on the southward wind. On more than on one occasion she was seen cutting though the inhabitants with dark blades concerned little of her own safety. One adventurer wishing to give her aid, asked to heal her dire wounds as her life blood flowed out was only met with a cold unwavering stare before she ran off deeper into the wilds.
Concerns of whether or not these rumors are true have been brought up for fear of retaliation from the Mossclaw alliance. These were dismissed as untrue.
Concerns of whether or not these rumors are true have been brought up for fear of retaliation from the Mossclaw alliance. These were dismissed as untrue.