Syele Wilhart
Biography
Syele Wilhart was an unremarkable woman born to an unremarkable family who, in turn, provided an unremarkable upbringing.
She lived a listless adolescence, merely drifting through the years without any greater purpose than simply living. The young woman wasn't abnormal in this respect; she loved her family, she had friends and she even had irrelevant little hobbies to fill in the time between waking, apprenticing at her father's tannery and sleeping.
It was a fine existence but one that held very little meaning. Meaning that Syele didn't even realise was missing until it came her time to serve in The Anirian Guard.
She excelled, rising to the academy's challenges, finding true camaraderie in her peers and honing her martial abilities, particularly with a spear. But more than all of that, she found a sense of purpose, feeling pride and passion in serving her mandatory duty. So there was little surprise when she stayed on, more than ready to hone her skills further and ascend within their storied ranks.
And she did, for a time.
Syele was more than aware of the commonplace mistreatment of the Anirian Guard by the Dreadlords, their rampant abuse and cruelty no great secret amongst their ranks; however, she had largely managed to avoid any personal incidents.
Until insurrection struck, and they were called upon to take back a rebelling city by force under the command of Archon Isbrand. Wishing to recapture the city swiftly, Syele and her squad were ordered to be the first line of siege offence, their only true purpose being to serve as a sacrificial distraction against the enemies upon the walls. When they objected to being meat for the grinder, the entire squad was flogged and given the choice to either die right there as cowards or lead the charge.
Unsurprisingly, their assault was a massacre.
As they attempted to raise ladders and utilise battering rams, they were met with an unrelenting assault of boiling pitch, hurled stone and crossbow fire, their distraction proving fruitful as the real assault began from the rear of the city and made quick work of the lightly guarded fortification.
Syele's entire squad perished that day, but by virtue of being trapped under a fallen friend's body, the woman survived, albeit grievously wounded. She was never the same woman after that day, and after recovering from her injuries, Wilhart promptly left the Anirian Guard and Vel Anir as a whole, hoping that distance and solitude could help her forget.
The woman spent over a decade away from home, finding work as a sellsword and a bounty hunter in those passing years. Time did not heal the memory of that day, and most nights, she dreamt of the agonised, dying screams of her friends and the smell of burning flesh. It only served to feed a hatred within her for the Dreadlords, and in her idle thoughts, Syele longed for justice and retribution.
She narrowed down her mercenary and bounty work to jobs pertaining to rogue magic users, learning of methods to better nullify, capture and kill those with power beyond the mortal pale. It offered her a small measure of revenge, but those mages were not those whom she longed to see dangle from the gallows.
Word eventually reached Syele of the revolution in Vel Anir, giving her hope that the hand of justice had finally ended the monstrous existence of the Dreadlords, and at long last, she returned home.
But it had not.
Not yet.
She lived a listless adolescence, merely drifting through the years without any greater purpose than simply living. The young woman wasn't abnormal in this respect; she loved her family, she had friends and she even had irrelevant little hobbies to fill in the time between waking, apprenticing at her father's tannery and sleeping.
It was a fine existence but one that held very little meaning. Meaning that Syele didn't even realise was missing until it came her time to serve in The Anirian Guard.
She excelled, rising to the academy's challenges, finding true camaraderie in her peers and honing her martial abilities, particularly with a spear. But more than all of that, she found a sense of purpose, feeling pride and passion in serving her mandatory duty. So there was little surprise when she stayed on, more than ready to hone her skills further and ascend within their storied ranks.
And she did, for a time.
Syele was more than aware of the commonplace mistreatment of the Anirian Guard by the Dreadlords, their rampant abuse and cruelty no great secret amongst their ranks; however, she had largely managed to avoid any personal incidents.
Until insurrection struck, and they were called upon to take back a rebelling city by force under the command of Archon Isbrand. Wishing to recapture the city swiftly, Syele and her squad were ordered to be the first line of siege offence, their only true purpose being to serve as a sacrificial distraction against the enemies upon the walls. When they objected to being meat for the grinder, the entire squad was flogged and given the choice to either die right there as cowards or lead the charge.
Unsurprisingly, their assault was a massacre.
As they attempted to raise ladders and utilise battering rams, they were met with an unrelenting assault of boiling pitch, hurled stone and crossbow fire, their distraction proving fruitful as the real assault began from the rear of the city and made quick work of the lightly guarded fortification.
Syele's entire squad perished that day, but by virtue of being trapped under a fallen friend's body, the woman survived, albeit grievously wounded. She was never the same woman after that day, and after recovering from her injuries, Wilhart promptly left the Anirian Guard and Vel Anir as a whole, hoping that distance and solitude could help her forget.
The woman spent over a decade away from home, finding work as a sellsword and a bounty hunter in those passing years. Time did not heal the memory of that day, and most nights, she dreamt of the agonised, dying screams of her friends and the smell of burning flesh. It only served to feed a hatred within her for the Dreadlords, and in her idle thoughts, Syele longed for justice and retribution.
She narrowed down her mercenary and bounty work to jobs pertaining to rogue magic users, learning of methods to better nullify, capture and kill those with power beyond the mortal pale. It offered her a small measure of revenge, but those mages were not those whom she longed to see dangle from the gallows.
Word eventually reached Syele of the revolution in Vel Anir, giving her hope that the hand of justice had finally ended the monstrous existence of the Dreadlords, and at long last, she returned home.
But it had not.
Not yet.
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