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A woman, adorned with blue, wildly flowing hair, travelled to Felsen on a partly cloudy day. Scantily clad, in nothing but a corset, pants and boots.


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She was strict, following a tough set of code for her at a young age after her parents were so brutally murdered by orcs. Nonetheless, the resilient woman traversed on, to the streets of Felsen. One might say she bore the resemblance of none other than the infamous dark elf.. Hamato Valah-Killer. She had a score to settle, with humanity that is. Intentions rode dark with this woman, as she thundered, stormed the Imperial Palace. Her expression dark, she was met by none other than Bertrand, a stalwart guardian.

 

"What the **** are you?"

 

Hamato, clever with her tongue, responded quickly. "Shut your tongue, you helped killed my parents."

 

She would not stand for such rude behavior. As quick as a sparrow and with the cunning of a cheetah, she proudly drew her father's sword, aimed right at the neck of the man who insulted her heritage so brazenly.

 

A kha, known as Dra'Ylwa, turned on the unerring woman. She struck down on the kha's fur as it drew it's claws, though missed. A fair swipe, met with a fair kick toward the cat's breastplate. Before she knew it, her neck erupted in pain. The kha was quick, speedy. He had managed to dig his claws into the neck Hamato. Cursing, she vouched for peace. Sheathing her ornate sword upon the equally as ornate sheath, she spoke proudly, and boldly.


“I will allow you to all leave with you-”

She wasn’t allowed to finish her attempt at a peaceful endeavor, as she was only met with a sharp longsword to her exposed neck. Struck down by Bertrand; the man's grand strength allowed this instant decapitation. She crumpled to the floor, her red eyes flitting halfway shut, tinted to a shade of dimmed down red, and then finally closed, eternally.

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Loved by few, but cherished by many, the Valah-Killer was finally dead.

((Blame Leowarrior14 for the idea, and Cave_Creature for the art.))

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Durack would remember the Dark Elf as he travels back into his home to finish what the now dead elven woman started.

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Far away, in the woods of the high elves and elves and dark elves and other elves and dark elves and blah blah blah, the valah-killer sucessor rises...!

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(( As a fellow feminist I think that bertrand and the kha were oppressing her with the male patriarchy, if it were a truly equal world, bertrand and the kha should have let Hamato kill them both and become the leader of Oren, but she wouldn't be a empress cause that would be oppressing people who belong to other genders, so she would just be the leader person, referred to as leader person Hamato.

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Nikola has a fit of roaring laughter, and as he reclines, knocks his chair over backward and concusses himself.

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Faragram pops out of an ally way, pocketing some minas into his helmet as he wipes blood off his hands and over his tabard. He stops as he looks over the scene, head bobbing backwards as the female gets decapitated.

 

"Well shiet."

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"Yahw're saying thawt dawrkie waws a Valah killer? The awnly thing Ylwa waws worried about her killing waws the straps awn that fawking corset. How cawm apes never wear clothing thawt fits them?"

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Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

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