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Western Falwood - Elvish Rebellion Display.
Violetta had seen it before. It wasn't her fight in the end.
She stood just a few hundred feet away from the show of it. Hooded and hidden from sight behind the trees, Violetta had hooded herself and dressed a bit unlike herself. Less motherly and more so like a rogue. It didn’t play to her strengths but she wanted her great sword back. And Vel Anir wanted her head.
Merciless didn't even begin to describe it. Though even after the Dreadlord Revolution it was rather common to see elves cutting them down when found in the Falwood. At least from what she'd seen. This though, was meant to send a message.
The Dreadlord they had in their captivity was likely new. They seemed young. No older than nineteen. These elves, who she'd just realized were all wearing similar clothing, had beaten the boy senseless. Some sort of rough gang of rebellious elves aiming to pay Vel Anir and the Dreadlords back for all their suffering.
The boy was dragged to the top of a makeshift gallows with the intent to hang him by the neck.
Violetta was torn. She should intervene. There was a high chance he was just a new Dreadlord based on his age. And he likely would have much less blood on his hands, if any at all. Then again, if the Dreadlords were already aware and coming to rescue him, they may have seen her face on wanted posters and take her with.
It was such a difficult decision.
But Violetta knew herself. She hated the Dreadlords. She could even help the boy desert. She just wasn’t the kind of woman that could watch this play out, even if it meant knocking elven heads.
She burst through the woods, making her presence known almost immediately. No surprise they’d been on high alert.
To think she’d ever rescue a Dreadlord.